<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:00:01.964-04:00</updated><category term='stuck forever'/><category term='book swap'/><category term='top 5'/><category term='rockstar babies'/><category term='pieces of me'/><title type='text'>{poprocks} photographs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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photo shoots.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlN4-QYof34/TfFjuUMraKI/AAAAAAAAAzY/k-XfDY6y8U0/s72-c/_MG_7042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8389142971624928672</id><published>2011-05-27T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:43:43.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/27/3280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/27/s_3280.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer Ashlee Jamieson is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she was born on may 12, 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i have never been more in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she seriously lights up my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess everyone says that after they have a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i guess i never tuly understood it until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i truly love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with every ounce of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is the most amazing baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;absolutely amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and her daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is the most adorable thing ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is so in love with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which in turn makes me so in love with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were lucky enough to have 2 full weeks together with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i have never seen a guy so proud to be a dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he is the best dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything is so surreal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i still can't believe this is really happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/27/3283.jpg" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-8389142971624928672?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8876957055621777775</id><published>2011-04-01T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:40:11.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has been a long journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spent countless hours, days really. no months!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking through a ridiculous amount of books, downloading every app,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; checking out EVERY website possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we finally did it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we decided on a name for this little peanut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{one we had pre books, apps, &amp;amp; websites might i add}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig_L4bbrtAs/TZXwgwCtD8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ARerH-RujJs/s1600/Photo+63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig_L4bbrtAs/TZXwgwCtD8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ARerH-RujJs/s320/Photo+63.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sUmmEr jAmiEsOn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw6m1Gac_38/TZXwiY2gl3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/H8S7ZGOgOrU/s1600/Photo+64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw6m1Gac_38/TZXwiY2gl3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/H8S7ZGOgOrU/s320/Photo+64.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we officially have a name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is such a relief.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love calling her by her name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even more so, i love hearing rockstar husband say it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its amazing how in love we are already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didnt think i could fall any more in love with rockstar husband,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i proved myself wrong yet again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this has been such an amazing journey in our relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i know there's so much more in our future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now let's all wish for Summer to get here!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{in every sense of the name}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-8876957055621777775?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/8876957055621777775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=8876957055621777775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8876957055621777775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8876957055621777775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-has-been-long-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig_L4bbrtAs/TZXwgwCtD8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/ARerH-RujJs/s72-c/Photo+63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2461635516035110327</id><published>2011-03-10T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:57:29.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its friday. and truth is, im in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been home for a month now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i&amp;nbsp; was forced out on early maternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in some ways it was a blessing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was in a super stressful job that would have made this whole experience miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not the topic though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am lucky enough to be able to spend everyday with my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; my uber cute niece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mom watches her everyday for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ARnB9_btChU/TXuJW-mPzhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/thwwAvRkmMQ/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ARnB9_btChU/TXuJW-mPzhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/thwwAvRkmMQ/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is fresh. she is in her terrible 2's. she doesn't talk yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she is the cutest thing to walk this planet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i absolutely love that i get the opportunity to spend everyday with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EN8X6y4LOaY/TXuJcYSseCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/LY7lSc9-rO4/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EN8X6y4LOaY/TXuJcYSseCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/LY7lSc9-rO4/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-igBcjQtBsEw/TXuJThvnmTI/AAAAAAAAAys/HrzvLC6n3ao/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-igBcjQtBsEw/TXuJThvnmTI/AAAAAAAAAys/HrzvLC6n3ao/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly, all this time i spend with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me even more anxious for my lil cuddle bug to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for now, we are having tons of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfT0tmXzpeM/TXuJNuU4h5I/AAAAAAAAAyo/siUaOuUHjTk/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfT0tmXzpeM/TXuJNuU4h5I/AAAAAAAAAyo/siUaOuUHjTk/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2461635516035110327?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ARnB9_btChU/TXuJW-mPzhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/thwwAvRkmMQ/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-1899712539040606095</id><published>2011-03-01T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:10:55.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what snow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://blog.statravel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/costarica.jpg" src="http://blog.statravel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/costarica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would like to be here again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with all this snow and rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cant help but to daydream about a warmer place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a tropical place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a place that is very close to my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is where we honeymooned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;altho there were unfortunate moments of the week,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would go back in a heart beat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't wait to someday bring rockstar baby here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so she can see and fall in love the way we did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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snow?'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6422699976715861570</id><published>2011-02-01T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:00:14.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing the invisible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone has fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things that scare people so much it almost makes them sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for some its spiders or needles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and for some its being alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been pretty blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;critters don't bother me. i take needles like a champ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i am surrounded by loved ones who make it impossible to ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i do have one fear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that eats away at me. day in and day out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im afraid to be ordinary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be typical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i fear growing old and not being able to take pride in everything i did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't get me wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in so many ways i am very happy with my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i LOVE my rockstar husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we are lucky enough to be a mom and dad in a few short months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have so much to be grateful for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i cant help but to think.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what am i doing with my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am a very ambitious and motivated individual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's not the problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chasing the dream would be no sweat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but..... what is the dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know what my dream is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;depending on the day i change my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know i have written about this so many times before,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now with rockstar baby on the way,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has me in panic mode.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its not longer just me and husband to worry about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to really consider what i want to be doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and will it make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will we make enough money to keep our little family comfortable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will it be super exciting and somewhat non stressful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will it leave me enough time to completely spoil baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will i see my husband enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will i be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and everytime i think i have it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something else sounds so much more spectacular.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want someone to tell me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"this is what you need to be doing with your life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"this is what you're good at"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have two months to figure life out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6422699976715861570?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6422699976715861570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6422699976715861570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6422699976715861570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6422699976715861570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2011/02/chasing-invisible.html' title='chasing the invisible.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-9199095126074408674</id><published>2011-01-24T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:18:43.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week 25.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week 25:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TT4IqD7OmLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/qP7oZ0z6n70/s1600/Photo+46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TT4IqD7OmLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/qP7oZ0z6n70/s320/Photo+46.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TT4ItYvH3SI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Bbj-Zg9d5bY/s1600/Photo+47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TT4ItYvH3SI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Bbj-Zg9d5bY/s320/Photo+47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think some new clothes are in order ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-9199095126074408674?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/9199095126074408674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=9199095126074408674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/9199095126074408674'/><link 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sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was uber productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no lazy sunday for this girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i feel amazing about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally got around to organizing and re-arranging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things to make our house look a little more like "home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is still plenty of work to be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i needed some rockstar husband help but he worked all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sooo tomorrow is another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many pictures will be posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i am finally not so embarrassed to show off where we live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our cute little house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿if only it was a teeny bit bigger cute little house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for now, it will be perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tonight i am off to mom's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for family dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the jets game i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im the only one in the fam that's not a super football fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can take it or leave it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so while everyone else is off screaming at the tv.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill be hanging out with&amp;nbsp;some cuties! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sunday'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2382927670174034945</id><published>2011-01-22T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:36:06.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im ready to meet you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have exactly one week left of work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been directed by my doctor to go on maternity early.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reallly early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am looking forward to not working,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially since it is such a stressful place in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buttttt it's quite a while before this little sunshine makes her appearance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i don't know what i am going to do with myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i by no means want her to come super early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not be fully developed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just really want time to speed by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i can hold her in my arms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like this now, what will i do at week 39??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think we have wanted her for so long,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that we are more than ready to meet her now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're over this pregnancy and ready to be mom and dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're ready to play with this little rockstar baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2382927670174034945?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/2382927670174034945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.149019422.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she needs them all. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1659721657406691883?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/1659721657406691883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1659721657406691883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuzzytypewriter.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/black-swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-312" height="316" src="http://fuzzytypewriter.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/black-swan.jpg?w=510&amp;amp;h=404" title="black-swan" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it's because she is one of my girl crushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe its cause im totally into dark movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but this movie was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;natalie portman is stunning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and mila kunis aint too bad herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i highly recommend this movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if nothing else, but to drool over the hott ladies ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="smallattachment"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/uploads/2010/06/mila-kunis-natalie-portman-black-swan-6.jpg" title="Natalie Portman in Black Swan (2010) Movie Image"&gt;&lt;img alt="Natalie Portman in Black Swan (2010) Movie Image" height="213" src="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/uploads/2010/06/mila-kunis-natalie-portman-black-swan-6.jpg" title="Natalie Portman in Black Swan (2010) Movie Image" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-5197545940808877495?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-7003336418704109535</id><published>2011-01-14T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:08:25.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fast forward:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'd love to write about every little detail that happened since the day we found out we would be mommy and daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i don't want to bore you, and id rather just get to the good stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were convinced it was a boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's what the chinese gender chart said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my doctor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and everyone in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we went for our sonogram.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the tech said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"well it looks like...... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;whhhhaaaaattt????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i already picked out a boys name and bought clothes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(of course i bought clothes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were not expecting that response at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;although, neither of us had a preference.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart immediately filled with joy upon hearing those words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess it would have been the same if we heard its a boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but we didn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we are so happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(rockstar husband is a little nervous. practicing some intimidation already for the boys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i obviously went shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this lady has more clothes than i do already!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but names we are stuck on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are a bunch we like, but haven't been able to pick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the latest is between&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;haleigh &amp;amp; kyleigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suggestions??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps. i love her more than words already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love her more than i ever thought possible to love someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i havent really met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-7003336418704109535?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/7003336418704109535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=7003336418704109535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/7003336418704109535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/7003336418704109535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2011/01/6-months-in-nutshell.html' title='6 months in a nutshell.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2027231349354696510</id><published>2011-01-12T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:37:11.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i couldn't wait to tell you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                 ­&lt;img alt="cartoon baby" class="article" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/how-to-draw-cartoons-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it''s true. it's true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to tell you everything about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and i am so upset i didnt log every step as it happened)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i guess you're now spared the suspense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rockstar husband and i had been trying for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;months &amp;amp; months &amp;amp; months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were almost starting to give up hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my doctors wanted to send us to an infertility specialist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was becoming devastating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i finally convinced myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"everything happens for a reason"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i needed to stop stressing it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop obsessing over it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop taking 2 billion tests every month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;come what may. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on september 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rockstar husband and i had a wedding to go to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we both had to work previous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it was such an awful day for both of us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were busy and could not leave work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were going to be so late for this wedding we were looking so forward to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were meeting at my brothers house to get ready and go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my brother had already made his way to the big fiesta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as i left work, grumpy and moody,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i contemplated getting a test.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more than anything to make sure i didn't drink the night away&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if there was a chance there was someone growing inside me. &lt;br /&gt;i walked past the aisle of Target 5 times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"do i really need to do this to myself?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"i already know the answer. STOP"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"but maybe i should just double check"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"kate seriously its not happening, you're optimistic attitude is not helping this one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"whatever it's not hurting me to do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got on line with box in hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and yes i wasted even more time in argument with myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got to my brothers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still aggravated at how late we were going to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but continued to get myself ready, now forgetting about the test.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i remembered at the last minute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as i read the word pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was in complete disbelief.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes i got the dummy proof ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took two more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't even know how i produced that much urine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they were the same as the first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was speechless....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;definitely not tearless, but wordless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn't even catch my breath.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then he walked in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again, aggravated and grumpy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;throwing stuff around and trying to rush in to get ready.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i looked at him, smiling ear to ear of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i asked him how his day was going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowing full well that it was not so great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i huffed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i smiled bigger and harder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his eyes were curious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me "how would you like me to make it better?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think his mind went to the gutter here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me "what could i tell you right now to make you smile?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rh "you love me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me "that easy huh? well then this will make you ecstatic"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;extremely curious now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me "you're going to be a daddy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two very outspoken people very quiet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very speechless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there were just smiles and tears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think i was even more excited after his reaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it has been such an adventure.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2027231349354696510?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/2027231349354696510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=2027231349354696510&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2027231349354696510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2027231349354696510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-couldnt-wait-to-tell-you.html' title='i couldn&apos;t wait to tell you....'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-1635915833040197725</id><published>2011-01-12T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:17:16.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remember me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know i know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been a long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a very very long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and to be honest..... so much has happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know why i haven't kept you up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess work really took over my time for awhile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and really, work took over the most important things in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i left retail for the first time, that was my favorite thing about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realized what life was about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realized life was too short to focus solely on work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there was so much more out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there was my amazing family and rockstar husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's another story. he deserves every second of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then last july i took on my old familiar role as a store manager.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aka no time for rockstar husband or friends or family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i isolated many. not purposely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i convinced myself they needed to understand work was important to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instead i needed to understand that life was important to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; were important to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i needed them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i needed this outlet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here i am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1635915833040197725?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/1635915833040197725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1635915833040197725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1635915833040197725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1635915833040197725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2011/01/remember-me.html' title='remember me?'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-3711343692013911290</id><published>2010-07-20T13:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:52:54.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>check us out check us out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new photo blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its still under construction.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but what do you think so far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://benjaminkate.blogspot.com/"&gt;benjamin {kate}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-3711343692013911290?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/3711343692013911290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=3711343692013911290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3711343692013911290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3711343692013911290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/07/check-us-out-check-us-out.html' title='check us out check us out.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-3130368452867415010</id><published>2010-07-16T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:08:07.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let me count the ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TEBW-tM9-SI/AAAAAAAAAuc/onakkq0COy4/s1600/Jamieson0013-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TEBW-tM9-SI/AAAAAAAAAuc/onakkq0COy4/s320/Jamieson0013-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reasons i married my rockstar husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(on this friday last year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. he has an incredible smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. he makes me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. he pretends he's a lobster when im in a bad mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. he washes dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. he is so good to my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. he is amazing with kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. he watches whatever i want to watch always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. he is an incredible cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. he's a super fly dresser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. he loves fairs almost as much as i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. he talks to our puppy like shes a real child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. he gives ridiculous hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. he plays drums like its no ones business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. he is the hardest worker i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. he really listens to what i say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. he will wear a tiarra and belt out ashley simpson to make me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17. he has things like ashley simpson on his ipod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. he knows all my favorite things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. he brings me red bull everytime he visits at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20. he loves me unconditionally with his whole heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TEBZhgfprHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xKKeVg7bFKY/s1600/Jamieson0070-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TEBZhgfprHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/xKKeVg7bFKY/s320/Jamieson0070-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love you benjamin graham.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my whole heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were the best decision of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-3130368452867415010?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/3130368452867415010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=3130368452867415010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3130368452867415010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3130368452867415010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-me-count-ways.html' title='let me count the ways'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/TEBW-tM9-SI/AAAAAAAAAuc/onakkq0COy4/s72-c/Jamieson0013-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-1710223243400404429</id><published>2010-07-12T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:11:01.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cant sleep. cant stop smiling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lie here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wide awake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't even concentrate with all the thoughts running wild through my head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been awhile since i've seen such restlessness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought i had fully cured my case of insomnia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when so much is on my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sleep seems overrated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my not so new job is going fabulous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean i have my days, but all in all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this company was a great decision.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i actually enjoy going to work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we moved into a house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a real hosue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cute little house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the cute little house i had been dreaming of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its definitely on the small side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but thats just what makes it on the cute side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it is absolutely perfect for me and my little family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't get me wrong i was definitely sad to leave beacon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i am so glad we decided to move there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had a great experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it was time for new experiences&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; new memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in one week i will have been married for one year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most people are excited about this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for reasons very different than mine and rockstar husbands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this next year is our year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as amazing as this one was.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have hit every bump possible for 2 kids in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im happy it all happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because it all happened for a reason.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we learned from everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it all brought us closer and closer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and made us love harder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(harder than we thought possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this next one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this next one is OUR year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one we will never forget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and karma will be on our side this time around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;annnnnd last but definitely not least.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been working on some amazing things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like new blogs, new photo projects, more fun stuff to sell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and decorating an entirely new space.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( cant wait to show all kinds of pics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have lots on my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more than anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cant stop smiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking how i must be the luckiest girl on the planet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause this life of mine is so close to perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1710223243400404429?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/1710223243400404429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1710223243400404429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1710223243400404429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1710223243400404429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-sleep-cant-stop-smiling.html' title='cant sleep. cant stop smiling.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-67900934233374647</id><published>2010-05-19T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:30:20.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you more today than yesterday. and ill love you most tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my first year anniversary married to my absolutely wonderful husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is in less than 2 months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a year that has flown by....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but felt like a lifetime all at once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;possibly because we have had quite a year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have seen such awful awful times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then we have encountered the greatest of lifes moments together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my love for him could never be described in words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and our relationship couldn't be understood by the most sophisticated minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are unlike any other couple in the entire world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there isn't one thing i would change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(im lying... i wish i could see him more!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have recently been going through some things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not good not bad, just things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and its made me see how much more i love him than 10 months ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i stood across from and declared i couldnt love him more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i lied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because just his smile brings instant tears to my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i realize i am quite possibly the luckiest girl alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you rockstar husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps. the last post. that was written by him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that will teach me to leave open blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-67900934233374647?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/67900934233374647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=67900934233374647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/67900934233374647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/67900934233374647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you-more-today-than-yesterday.html' title='i love you more today than yesterday. and ill love you most tomorrow.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1872027287517906886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1872027287517906886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1872027287517906886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/04/husband.html' title='husband'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-7765815368838772652</id><published>2010-04-07T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:49:53.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the blurb project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71RwfhJlyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TNrDYeB9hvQ/s1600/theblurbprojectbuttonsm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71RwfhJlyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TNrDYeB9hvQ/s320/theblurbprojectbuttonsm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember my dear friend @ &lt;a href="http://greystrawberrys.blogspot.com/"&gt;grey strawberrys?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well she is in the beginning works of hosting this super special project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please check it out and join!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in her words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="post_text"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Blurb Project takes advantage of modern  computer technology to use &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/"&gt;Blurb&lt;/a&gt;, a  service which lets anyone make their own books, advertising them on  their own shop where they can be bought. This project involves any  blogger (there are T &amp;amp; C's) to be able to include a 'profile' of  sought, about them, their inspiration, what they do, why they blog and  their job is to do what they do everyday - inspire, whether you review  make up, have done book swaps, the notebook journey! (this sounds  amazing) or you make your own jewellery, cards or toys, this is the  place where I want you to showcase your stuff, and so you send me the  stuff you want on your page, and any preferences of design, or i'll  design it for you, and I'll make your page to put in the big blogger  book. (How about that for a title?) It could work on an interview basis,  such as I ask you questions etc, and also I include images of you/your  works/your inspirations etc. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have made a blurb book before, and  they come out beautiful, hi-res pictures and excellent binding, it is  like a real book. It would be cool if we could get everybody who  wants to be in on this included, I guess some will vary in length too,  if not we could do a 'big book of bloggers number2' ;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="post_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="post_text"&gt;i love love love this idea!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="post_text"&gt;i can not wait to see what comes of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-7765815368838772652?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/7765815368838772652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71QlwkpGTI/AAAAAAAAApA/HKS1d3xACfc/s1600/IMG_2037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71QlwkpGTI/AAAAAAAAApA/HKS1d3xACfc/s320/IMG_2037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71QukcR9MI/AAAAAAAAApI/2HRyZ2vYDHk/s1600/IMG_2040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71QukcR9MI/AAAAAAAAApI/2HRyZ2vYDHk/s320/IMG_2040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{and of course my uber cute puppy}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-619900321714927358?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71PMpjq_iI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ep8tTUJWOrM/s72-c/IMG_2046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8001415777806600579</id><published>2010-04-07T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:10:19.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello cold spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and bestie took a little stroll through cold spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beacon's beautiful more expensive neighbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(don't worry beacon i still love you more!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71HqgjhjuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tCwvelnOKPo/s1600/IMG_2641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71HqgjhjuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tCwvelnOKPo/s320/IMG_2641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71H0A-XD_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xhhAXPhHLQ0/s1600/IMG_2706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71H0A-XD_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xhhAXPhHLQ0/s320/IMG_2706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-8001415777806600579?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/8001415777806600579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=8001415777806600579&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8001415777806600579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8001415777806600579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-cold-spring.html' title='hello cold spring.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71GsBQNOtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/XbjzJ-R6HSc/s72-c/IMG_2671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6577317786087720855</id><published>2010-04-07T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:58:08.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>doggy date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me &amp;amp; bestie had a puppy date in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71E5PnqRQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/wc668xYuQUQ/s1600/IMG_2516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71E5PnqRQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/wc668xYuQUQ/s320/IMG_2516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my fave lil puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71E_ypNraI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qouBK3sYo9E/s1600/IMG_2743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71E_ypNraI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qouBK3sYo9E/s320/IMG_2743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;puppy play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71FFpgT49I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/iS_LZKJlmmA/s1600/IMG_2745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71FFpgT49I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/iS_LZKJlmmA/s320/IMG_2745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they took playing to the next level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71FJEmbwrI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xax4zbPdcz0/s1600/IMG_2506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71FJEmbwrI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xax4zbPdcz0/s320/IMG_2506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;badass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71FMYp5ssI/AAAAAAAAAkg/NlwKZD3RsOY/s1600/IMG_2522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71FMYp5ssI/AAAAAAAAAkg/NlwKZD3RsOY/s320/IMG_2522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;puppy love &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6577317786087720855?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6577317786087720855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6577317786087720855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6577317786087720855'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pizza &amp;amp; tv as date night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute kisses on the forehead as i fall asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his arms around me as i cook dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waking up to cute text messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;surprise visits at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coming home to little notes from him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking down at my finger and realizing he's all mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1502854889383990855?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/1502854889383990855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1502854889383990855&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1502854889383990855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1502854889383990855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-9130494679008990921</id><published>2010-03-21T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:19:48.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my life has been a little boring lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not bad boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i am happier than ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;((especially with all this sunshine))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but nothing exciting to tell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weekends have been spent working.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weekdays have been spent catching up on sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i have had some much needed rockstar family time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was almost starting to forget how amazing my little family was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i missed them so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there have been exciting things going on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i was telling you all about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(even tho i wasn't able to check your blogs as frequent as i like)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i have been reporting to you via iphone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to find out when i came on my laptop this morning......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;none of my entries were published.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i havent deserted my blog world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but blog press didn't think it was necessary for me to write about my days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sooo i am in the midst of trying to get them copy pasted and emailed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i can get them out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing crazy exciting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my life nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-9130494679008990921?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/9130494679008990921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=9130494679008990921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/9130494679008990921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/9130494679008990921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-life-has-been-little-boring-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-160972263595673591</id><published>2010-03-10T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:18:31.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fabulous giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you don't already follow this lovely lady,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you must start now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she has such heartfelt posts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and her friendship with micaela is something to truly envy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this fabulous lady is having her very first giveaway.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and its lovely!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the winner will receive this beautiful mug, among other goodies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://orsoifeel.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/il_fullxfull-127021521.jpg" height="320" src="http://orsoifeel.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/il_fullxfull-127021521.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://orsoifeel.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/il_fullxfull-126284808.jpg" height="240" src="http://orsoifeel.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/il_fullxfull-126284808.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the giveaway will be open until march 15th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so get on over there and put your entry in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-160972263595673591?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/160972263595673591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2258051444215498685</id><published>2010-03-10T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:12:29.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>g.l.o.b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been so lucky since i started this little blog of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have found some amazing corners of the internet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that keep me &lt;i&gt;amused &amp;amp; intrigued &lt;/i&gt;for hours &amp;amp; hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and some amazing ladies have found me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and continue to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{which still leaves me in awe}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this fabulous lady has graced me with this wonderful award!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="[glob.jpg]" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MVJDVMayKZs/S4HmCpDY92I/AAAAAAAACM0/VXXbZAhIOtE/s1600/glob.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;im so excited!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i absolutely love her blog &amp;amp; i am truly honored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so i must tag some of my absolute faves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my bestie @ &lt;a href="http://exp0sedbrick.blogspot.com/"&gt;exposed brick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carrie @ &lt;a href="http://carrie-travels.blogspot.com/"&gt;carrie goes to kilimanjaro &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;micaela @ &lt;a href="http://dolcevitamicaela.blogspot.com/"&gt;dolce vita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;marisa @&lt;a href="http://orsoifeel.wordpress.com/"&gt; ..or so i feel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;danielle @ &lt;a href="http://dinosaurtoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;dinosaur toes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sarah @ &lt;a href="http://greystrawberrys.blogspot.com/"&gt;grey strawberrys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2258051444215498685?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/08/s_1169.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new bangs. &lt;br /&gt;that I don't know how to style. &lt;br /&gt;scratch that. &lt;br /&gt;they looked fine when I left the house. &lt;br /&gt;not so much an hour later. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to get used to them. &lt;br /&gt;and stop playing with them all day. &lt;br /&gt;and leave all Bobby pins at home so I can't hide them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-152063639603387008?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/152063639603387008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8859781548747101212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8859781548747101212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/03/teagans-bday-bash.html' title='teagans bday bash'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S71KKeksYDI/AAAAAAAAAmw/x-mYkC0RHuc/s72-c/IMG_2415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-663933739961994222</id><published>2010-03-07T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:17:57.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it may be a little late to make some resolutions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i would rather not call them resolutions,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as those tend to get broken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these are more like improvements!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember when i talked about decluttering my life, here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, i did a whole lot of decluttering of my mental being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i must say, it has put me in a fabulous mood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well this is more of a cleansing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking better care of myself. taking better care of the people around me. and taking care of my world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eating better. taking care of my skin. and my hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recycling more. always use my eco bags. save energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.hugg.ca/albabotanicahawaiian.jpg" height="98" src="http://www.hugg.ca/albabotanicahawaiian.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;taking care of myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have started using new products for my hair and my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(all natural)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to make sure i will be a cougar when im 50.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to turn heads.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this means no more going to bed with makeup on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and washing my face a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking really good care of my skin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting my hair cut regularly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;giving it the treatment it needs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just ordered my bare minerals makeup.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i already feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will be one hott grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_372/1236519168O9QvHQ.jpg" height="200" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_372/1236519168O9QvHQ.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;take care of my world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have always been a stellar recycler.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unfortunately, i have dropped the ball since moving to our new place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i will be going overboard now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything possible will be recycled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i won't leave lights on when they're not needed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will unplug things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will make this world a wonderful place for generations to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://static.orient-express.com/oege/images/250images/oege_250_fruit02.jpg" height="200" src="http://static.orient-express.com/oege/images/250images/oege_250_fruit02.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eat healthy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well ive tried this a bagillion times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i will not be making any drastic changes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i want to make this one stick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am such a fruit and veggie girl,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yet i never seem to eat enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sooo i have bought plenty for me to eat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so my not so good for me snacks will have to be cut down a bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and with this comes.... back to working out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;atleast 3 times a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know i will feel great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these are my hopes for this year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to just be an all around wonderful person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;wish me luck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{this is an awful lot to take on for me}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-663933739961994222?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/663933739961994222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=663933739961994222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/663933739961994222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/663933739961994222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-may-be-little-late-to-make-some.html' title=''/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6657592801150127036</id><published>2010-03-03T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:59:28.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bright skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S48PzYPQPXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IyixJiMaSE8/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S48PzYPQPXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IyixJiMaSE8/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;im walking forward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(maybe not straight forward because i tend to walk crooked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but im walking forward nonetheless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i have had such a good feeling all this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;even though it seems that nothing went our way over the past weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and it always seems as soon as we get our feet on the ground,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;something happens to push us down again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but that's life right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but why sulk? why worry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we always get back up, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we always find the energy and find the means to stand up straight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;back to my good feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i wake up with a smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i fall asleep so fulfilled from my day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i am excited to go to work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and even more excited to come home to my rockstar husband and puppy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i know things will be spectacular for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and we will go through some absolutely awful things.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but we'll go through them together and pick each other back up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;maybe my fabulous mood can be blamed on the fact that it's march&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sooo another month closer to the warmer weather!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{optimism is just seeping though my skin}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6657592801150127036?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S48PzYPQPXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IyixJiMaSE8/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-800538971032227064</id><published>2010-03-02T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:06:50.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{top five}  places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{top 5}&amp;nbsp; places i intend on visiting this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one. boston, mass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two. rhode island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;three. atlantic city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;four. camping. anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;five. california!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to travel. i wish i could travel to a new place once a month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but me and rockstar husband have decided to do some mini weekend trips this spring and summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and if all goes as planned we will be going to cali in september.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh how i can't wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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places'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-5015951310177429486</id><published>2010-03-01T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:28:15.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;february.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you weren't my favorite of months. but i promise to only&amp;nbsp; think of all the fabulous things you saw me through when i think of you. i promise to only remember all the good times. and forget how awful you may have ended. because let's face it, those good times will ALWAYS outweigh the bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i like}&amp;nbsp; st patricks day is here! lots of green &amp;amp; lots of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i don't like}&amp;nbsp; i think of march as spring. but spring weather doesn't seem to be coming anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i want you to know}&amp;nbsp; i am finally up to season 6 in lost! and im super sad this new addiction will almost be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i've planned}&amp;nbsp; or i'm trying to plan a fun getaway for me and rockstar husband. hopefully sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i want to say to someone special}&amp;nbsp; rockstar babies, i've been thinking about you a lot lately. i can't wait to meet you someday. even if that someday won't be in the near future. and i can't wait to experience life with you. and show you all this world has to offer. thank you for being patient while me and daddy get stuff figured out and ready for you to be introduced to our lives. i'll eat you up i love you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-5015951310177429486?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/5015951310177429486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=5015951310177429486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5015951310177429486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5015951310177429486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/03/pieces-of-me.html' title='pieces of me...'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6321470611751496684</id><published>2010-03-01T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:46:00.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we turn lemons into lemonade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the end of february was definitely not the highlight of our month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember that storm i was talking about??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;storm is putting it lightly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it resulted in over 2 feet of snow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;days without power,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cabin fever like crazy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yucky car problems (by everyone i know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but there was a little sunshine to this weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the power being out,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we all shacked up at my moms&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(who's power was out as well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and had a fun little family weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even if it was in the dark.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{we built a sweet castle}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x55DRR63I/AAAAAAAAAio/ZKlmgnBtjkw/s1600-h/IMG_1963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x55DRR63I/AAAAAAAAAio/ZKlmgnBtjkw/s320/IMG_1963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{don't be fooled. he is not hugging her} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x58XDgHJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6Qhp64hNF8k/s1600-h/IMG_1966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x58XDgHJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6Qhp64hNF8k/s320/IMG_1966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{he's pretending he's the dragon in the castle} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x51etepdI/AAAAAAAAAig/MkFdcpaOEYo/s1600-h/IMG_1933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x51etepdI/AAAAAAAAAig/MkFdcpaOEYo/s320/IMG_1933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{my little mini me- we have matching chipmunk cheeks}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and by the time the power came on saturday night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we weren't even sick of each other,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we continued to hang out and i had lots &amp;amp; lots of fun with these crazies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x7HYY4dMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/EpXqHyBa_b8/s1600-h/IMG_2090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x7HYY4dMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/EpXqHyBa_b8/s320/IMG_2090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-turn-lemons-into-lemonade.html' title='we turn lemons into lemonade!'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4x5opI_FdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9hwPECqWS5o/s72-c/IMG_1882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4933579032839524004</id><published>2010-02-25T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:06:06.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4atDFin_rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/mEomWTmTOvU/s1600-h/snow-storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4atDFin_rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/mEomWTmTOvU/s320/snow-storm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for weeks, we have watched as the south was hit with "snowmageddon"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all those states who made us envious of their hot climates and non snowy atmospheres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, we laughed as they were hit with snow storm upon snow storm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking. finally. its not us this time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess i laughed too hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because here i am. stranded in my apartment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i am wishing and hoping that my job decides i dont need to come in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i am not a friend of the snow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can not drive in snow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(you would think i was from one of those states that never saw it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so as i sit and snuggle with my puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cant help but to think of warm weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunny beaches, little dresses, and walks in the park with my puppy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excuse me while i day dream the day away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4at3TIjTMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/d-yB4zwAtlw/s1600-h/sunny-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4at3TIjTMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/d-yB4zwAtlw/s320/sunny-day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4933579032839524004?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S4atDFin_rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/mEomWTmTOvU/s72-c/snow-storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8137206063435550257</id><published>2010-02-22T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:08:40.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book swap'/><title type='text'>book swappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been soooo excited to write this post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the finale of the first book swap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember that giveaway for all you who reposted??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{thank you thank you thank you}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this pretty girl will be receiveing a fun surprise from me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="center" src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/7686/newpicture3s.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pretty sarah from &lt;a href="http://greystrawberrys.blogspot.com/"&gt;greystrawberrys &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;expect some fun stuff in the mailbox within the next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i heard such good things from so many people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loving their new books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will be posting this weekend about my trip to the children's shelter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{a super big thank you to all of you who sent me books}&lt;br /&gt;you also should keep a lookout in your mailbox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i received my book from the oh so talented &lt;a href="http://citylights.org/"&gt;diana &lt;/a&gt;(like the camera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8f53f5831b&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=126f70d9b4d18a3c&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" height="200" 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=8137206063435550257&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8137206063435550257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8137206063435550257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-swappy.html' title='book swappy'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2700064488228357536</id><published>2010-02-16T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:18:58.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>top FIVE tuesdays {lost characters}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry top fives have been mia for a couple weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but here we are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and as i start to watch season 5,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought what better of a top 5 than all my faves from this life addicting show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one. john locke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two. ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;three. hurley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;four.&amp;nbsp; sawyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;five.&amp;nbsp; desmond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are more ofcourse. because frankly i love them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the exception of a couple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and since dan just showed up for me, i thought it was too soon for him to be in the top five,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he may creep up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2700064488228357536?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' 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width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-936166315895908211</id><published>2010-02-11T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:51:29.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friday night mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's a few things on my mind....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but this one is sticking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on friday night, it's a certain &lt;a href="http://www,exp0sedbrick.blogspot.com/"&gt;someone's&lt;/a&gt; birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; we will be having a little cocktail party in her honor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it should look a lil something like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://images.anthropologie.com/is/image/Anthropologie/013035_024_b?$redesign-openLarger$" width="214" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{the perfect party dress}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://hairstyleschat.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/celebrity-updo-hairstyle-01.jpg" height="320" src="http://hairstyleschat.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/celebrity-updo-hairstyle-01.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{a fun knotty updo}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.weheartfood.com/wp-content/uploads/blogger/_aR7uIk5VS2Y/R0oxfnT6ngI/AAAAAAAAB44/M_s8gGFCBbY/s1600/sangria2.jpg" height="320" src="http://www.weheartfood.com/wp-content/uploads/blogger/_aR7uIk5VS2Y/R0oxfnT6ngI/AAAAAAAAB44/M_s8gGFCBbY/s1600/sangria2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{sangria. our fave} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://blueeyedbride.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3043474304_3bd3ce0abb.jpg" height="256" src="http://blueeyedbride.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3043474304_3bd3ce0abb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{lots of fun presents}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="myphoto" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs177.snc3/20448_275208587917_550452917_3496479_7641035_n.jpg" width="110" /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{a fabulous photo booth}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" id="myphoto" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs095.snc3/16239_506790721954_178300272_30186643_7992618_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{some serious bad dancing}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" id="myphoto" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs100.snc3/16758_1112945438583_1675343177_240509_6709231_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{and bestie celebrations}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;friday you can not come soon enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am in much need of some bestie time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;bestie time in cute dresses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="zoomViewer" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-936166315895908211?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/936166315895908211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=936166315895908211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/936166315895908211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/936166315895908211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-night-mayhem.html' title='friday night mayhem'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6714760417595793177</id><published>2010-02-10T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:10:14.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ive missed you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;im back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;well, sorta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S3NmgPHgiZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/AtWK-4E0nOo/s1600-h/not2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S3NmgPHgiZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/AtWK-4E0nOo/s320/not2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am still in pa, but i will be back in &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;new york&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow evening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i am back in blogland.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{and no more taking 2 weeks off ever again}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had a million blogs to catch up on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still don't think i got to all of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i didn't comment much being that its been a 2 week stretch since some of these were written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;{thank you everyone for being completely understanding}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what have i been up to?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. making fabulous playlists. imagining all the little scenarios these songs would bring me to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. attempting to make a fun new journal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. making rockstar husband an anniversary gift.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{it was 6 years ago this month he asked me to be his girlfriend. swoon}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. scrounging together the perfect package for the knick knack exchange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. loving my new job and realizing this is where i need to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was the missing piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. compiling my final {poprocks} book swap posts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;including all the fun spread around. and giveaway winner!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. birthday presents for my bestest friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. watching a ridiculous amount of lost. season 4 here i come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. continuing to declutter the negative forces still in me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're almost there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. missing new york like whoa! i wanna sleep in my bed. cuddle with my puppy and lounge with my favorite neighbor blogging and watching fun movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6714760417595793177?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6714760417595793177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6714760417595793177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6714760417595793177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6714760417595793177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-missed-you.html' title='ive missed you.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S3NmgPHgiZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/AtWK-4E0nOo/s72-c/not2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4211732654673943717</id><published>2010-02-04T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:35:46.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im terribly sorry....</title><content type='html'>because i have been a terrible blogger this week.&lt;br /&gt;*super sad face*&lt;br /&gt;but i promise to sit down and read some of my faves later today.&lt;br /&gt;(and there are quite a lot of these. just love you girls!) &lt;br /&gt;and comment like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to forgive me these next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i am in pa training.&lt;br /&gt;working like crazy and sleeping the rest of my time. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;{the job is going fabulous i might add. thanks for all the support}&lt;br /&gt;but soon i will be back to my blogger love obsession.&lt;br /&gt;and i won't miss a single post by you lovelies! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i will be thinking incredibly hard on what my next post will be.&lt;br /&gt;because it will be numero 100!&lt;br /&gt;and i think that's special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you are all having a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;(and yay it's almost over. paaarrrrtaaaayyyy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4211732654673943717?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/4211732654673943717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=4211732654673943717&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4211732654673943717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4211732654673943717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-terribly-sorry.html' title='im terribly sorry....'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-5709331817654730824</id><published>2010-02-02T05:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:29:29.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>top 5 tuesdays {movies}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in honor of oscar nominations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it will be a &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;movie day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once again, choosing only 5 favorite is a chore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this is my top 5 from my &lt;i&gt;childhood. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;spaceballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; beetlejuice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ferris bueller's day off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;bugsy malone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;any shirley temple movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{there will be a post one day of my love for shirley temple!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-5709331817654730824?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/5709331817654730824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=5709331817654730824&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5709331817654730824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5709331817654730824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/02/top-5-tuesdays-movies.html' title='top 5 tuesdays {movies}'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-7450190284672557634</id><published>2010-02-02T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:20:44.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stay tuned....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the book swap giveaway winner will be announced on friday!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{where i will also be sharing some pictures of our swap}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so please please please post away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope you are all enjoying your new goodies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-7450190284672557634?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/7450190284672557634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=7450190284672557634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/7450190284672557634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/7450190284672557634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/02/stay-tuned.html' title='stay tuned....'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-214478588732428515</id><published>2010-02-02T05:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:17:22.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and the winner is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://lindsdw.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/film-oscars.jpg" height="251" src="http://lindsdw.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/film-oscars.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am a movie lover.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i grew up in a household where movies were sacrilege.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{my first major was film} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so needless to say, the oscars are an annual must watch for this girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it is february 2cnd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for all of you who don't know how wonderful this day is........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they will be officially announcing the nominees for this year's academy awards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am super excited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because this year i will be hosting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a red carpet, oscars bash.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful gowns, handsome boys in handsome suits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even a little voting action.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soooo from here til march,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will be watching ALL oscar worthy movies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scoping out the actors &amp;amp; actresses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;listening to the beautiful scores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comparing makeup and costume.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and determining who deserves best picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{because my opinion matters hehe}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-214478588732428515?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/214478588732428515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=214478588732428515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/214478588732428515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/214478588732428515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-winner-is.html' title='and the winner is....'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-5359128972781769944</id><published>2010-02-01T08:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:30:01.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces of me'/><title type='text'>pieces of me {february}</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;this month....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i like}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that i will be starting out this month in a new job. a job that will bring me closer to a career. a job which will hopefully bring nothing, but happiness. a job that will bring me &amp;amp; rockstar husband closer to our goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i don't like} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that i haven't been crossing things off my life list lately. so this month that will all change. i am ready to start new adventures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i want you to know}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; that i could not be happier that i ran into this blogland. i have met so many great people and made amazing friends. i only hope to meet you in real land one day. thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i've planned} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;some fabulous birthday extravaganzas for my 2 best friends. (a week apart) yay! can't wait for the parties to start!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i want to say to someone special} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you. more than words can say. more than i'll ever be able to show you. but just know that i love you with every piece of me. you are my everything. my rockstar. promise me stuck forever &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.:from the lovely:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;notes from a toothfairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-5359128972781769944?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/5359128972781769944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=5359128972781769944&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5359128972781769944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5359128972781769944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/02/pieces-of-me-february.html' title='pieces of me {february}'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-258609019617158744</id><published>2010-01-31T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:00:03.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>january {in a nutshell}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*super 80's prom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*my brother rob djing at a new bar near home*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*christmas with dad's family*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*twinies sleepover birthday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*fave band*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*met up with old friends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*anthony raneiri. swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*my first blog swap!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*important conference calls for my non-profit org*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*lots of birthdays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*my first blog giveaway!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*tons of game nights*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*tons of bestie and sissy time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*lots &amp;amp; lots of cuddle time with zoey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*not a lot of snow. yay.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you january for your fabulousness. please february, follow in his footsteps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-258609019617158744?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/258609019617158744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=258609019617158744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/258609019617158744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/258609019617158744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-in-nutshell.html' title='january {in a nutshell}'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4846123770543598332</id><published>2010-01-29T04:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:44:41.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just give me a sign.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this may be the longest post in {poprocks} history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i have a lot on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{one being that new job mentioned earlier}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i may be everywhere but bear with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe in &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;signs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda like the one i told you about &lt;a href="http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/rockstar-love-one.html"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;signs that let you know things are meant to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or not meant to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;signs that let you know its ok to take that step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or tell you to back up a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i look for them. or ask for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;strike&gt;sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; most times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they just happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will tell you all about the best day of my life in my &lt;em&gt;rockstar love series. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this here is about the honey moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep in mind &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"my signs&lt;/span&gt;" as you follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;months &amp;amp; months of decision making went into honey moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the wedding was a piece of cake, but the honey moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that needed to be perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we had a never-ending list of places we wanted to walk the streets of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we were deciding between belize, fiji &amp;amp; costa rica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luckily, i sat at my computer one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;determined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was going to walk away with a plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i started, i opened an email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i used to travel lots for work so i have a fun marriot rewards card)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deal of the day: jw guanacaste marriot resort in.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;costa rica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than half off per night for the biggest suite they had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could it be this easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a frantic, excited call was made to his restraunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i never call him at work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annd he loved the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i booked it within minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then found a super amazing deal for plane tickets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;perfect. perfect. perfect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were going to have the most amazing honeymoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we were spending close to nothin for our almost paradise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we arrived in costa rica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bright &amp;amp; early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ecstatic to start our "adventure"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{how literal that word would soon be}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we get into a taxi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we find out our hotel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a near 6 hours away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i booked the flight for the wrong airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(in my defense i was told to go to that airport)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after denying this could be true for a good 30 minutes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were on our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exploring the beautiful country!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was kinds of a perk to an awful mistake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we saw a lot more of costa rica than we bargained for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got to the most beautiful hotel i had ever laid my eyes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was right out of&amp;nbsp;a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annd they had bumped us to a better suite for nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"happy honeymoon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was in love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and awful glad i had packed my life because there was a chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldnt be leaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throughout the week, we had come to the realization &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that high room rates were not the only things that were high when you stay at a 5 star hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so are the restraunts and gift shops and taxis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes even the taxis hiked their prices for elite guests such as ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only they knew we were only there via great deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we over indulged all week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we only get one honeymoon right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we did it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;we lived like the rockstars we pretend we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqBydWyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uaGeo3fUcwM/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqBydWyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uaGeo3fUcwM/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{the longest drive ever}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqCiS_F2I/AAAAAAAAAho/NSnzBr6ETIU/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqCiS_F2I/AAAAAAAAAho/NSnzBr6ETIU/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{this was just the bedroom. loves!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KpOILLimI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/sy1iRyG4aHY/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KpOILLimI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/sy1iRyG4aHY/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{zip lining &amp;amp; atvs}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqFT-IBMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aCKUpjWn8cg/s1600-h/6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqFT-IBMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aCKUpjWn8cg/s320/6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{i made a new friend. she wouldn't let me leave. really}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day 7 quickly approached. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there was one thing left undone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we hadnn't rented mopeds and experienced the island ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a lot of convincing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were on our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: i had never rode a moped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or a motorcycle (which is what this basically was in the states)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ben: rode in bermuda but didnt love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence the convincing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it would be different this time because it was our honeymoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we left the parking lot and i instantly shot across the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a scared look, the attendent waved us off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the attendant who didn't speak english and couldn't tell us how to work them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the attendant who was too impatient for my half spanish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i should warn you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;myself and rockstar husband are jet ski people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we looooove to jet ski. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;more than anything in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;in fact every place we had ever visited together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we have rented jet skiis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we weren't even a mile down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when along the awful dirt roads, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hit the biggest bump.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;biggest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing how to ride jet skiis and not this contraption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i accidently gripped the handlebars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thats what i do when i don't want to fall off a jet ski.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so thats the accelerator on this bad boy, huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guessed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there i went full speed on this 150cc of mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and right into the side of a turning truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i instantly jumped off as i hit the truck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smashing my face into the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;immediately, there were 10 people by me asking if i was ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i was on my feet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puzzled i looked at them, "im fine, just bumped my chin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"im fine really"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i saw bens face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the look of oh my god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh my freakin god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i tried to walk away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 people grabbed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why did they think i was incapable of walking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ONLY BUMPED MY CHIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i looked down as to not trip over the bike, moped, scooter, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see that "thing" in a million pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it had shattered while the biggest part lie under the truck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i instantly felt light headed thinking what if i hadn't jumped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i moved my eyes around all the pieces, i caught a glimpse of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my leg that had looked worse than that of the mangled pieces on the bike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is where i fell and needed those helping hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(if you get grossed out easily stop reading her. ill tell you when its done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my leg was a hot mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blood everywhere. and skin just barely hanging on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had managed to cut my leg open on something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i literally cut my leg open. right down to the bone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sight of it made me nauseus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe it had been the loss of blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they rushed me to the nearest store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(which had thankfully had been a pharmacy fully equpped with hospital bed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were so many people running in and out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like in fast forward. making sure i was ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;calling the ambulance. figuring everything out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then there in a slow mo blurr were me &amp;amp; him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he just stared at me with such fear in his eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wasn't even in pain. but i was scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we didn't know where we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we barely spoke their langauage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had no idea what their medical was like there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyone who looked at me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looked at me with fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ambulance showed&amp;nbsp; up an hour later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(im not lying. an hour!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the paramedics came in to look at me before moving me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and something that was became so normal with everyone else, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but something i didn't want to see with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scared eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these guys didn't speak any english. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we had some translators and we attempted to communicate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;him with fake english and me with fake spanish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recipe for disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KpA9KH_iI/AAAAAAAAAhI/S54FwEOiTWk/s1600-h/2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KpA9KH_iI/AAAAAAAAAhI/S54FwEOiTWk/s320/2.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{this was taken 3 weeks after the accident.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wont get into the whole rest of this story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because this story is not really about my battle with a moped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will tell you a revised ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was mention of amputation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was an ambulance transfer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hospital was over an hour away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were left stranded at the hospital with hopes of finding a way back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a non-tourist town. awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a very expensive ticket transfer to the closer airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a more than uncomfortable 9 hour plane ride home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which in its entirety made this the&amp;nbsp; most expensive trip in the history of honey moons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ok you can start reading again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this post is about signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people believe in rain on their wedding day to be bad luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had a mist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i call it good fortune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what the hell was this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a 9 hour plane ride to contemplate why something like this would happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a girl who believes everything happens for a reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well what was the reason for this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved this boy. a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but was someone trying to tell me something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were in store for a lifetime of unhappiness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lifetime of unfortunate encounters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did it happen to open my eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to tell me i had made the wrong decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and yes im this serious about signs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was a sign to say we did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had just weeks before made those vows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we weren't supposed to because we had written our own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and by mistake the minister made us say the traditional vows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those words which shouldn't have been spoken, were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we said them with the same feeling and deep love as we had said our own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqArOs3LI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ucaCjh2jkzY/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqArOs3LI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ucaCjh2jkzY/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we were unluckily lucky enough to be able to witness it within weeks of our marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we visited each of these scenarios with only one thing constant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we loved each other. for everything we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i saw that day how lucky i was to have married this man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who feared losing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who felt the same pain as i felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who never left my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who stayed up the entire night in fear i would need something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somone who took care of me for the months after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and someone who didn't get mad once when i woke him up for something silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he had to work the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who supported me while i couldn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who spent his entire days off in bringing me everywhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with crutches and wheelchair in tow because i was sick of being in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i do believe that nightmare of a day was a sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sign he was it. he was the one who would take care of me for the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry for the super long post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just something ive been thinking about a lot lately made me think of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made me think of my crazy signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill tell you all about it in my next post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4846123770543598332?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/4846123770543598332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S2KqBydWyLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uaGeo3fUcwM/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-270378958518220586</id><published>2010-01-29T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:02:09.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new big things... bring it on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here it is, folks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my very last night working nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my very last night working in this ice box of a gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will definitely miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it had its perks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to put this behind me and venture on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to all the new &amp;amp; exciting things my life will bring me to next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will have a new position at american eagle outfitters come monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as a visual merchandise manager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for this... i am terrbily excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will be in pa for 2 weeks of training. then off i go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been in this position before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;different circumstances. different company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i only hope ae brings me to where my dreams are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and make it all reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or atleast brings me significantly closer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things i will miss about the gym:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the numerous random admirers i have come to meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boys who think they are body builders and can't lift what they are trying to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weekends off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reading books. all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having my days to do as i please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{dates with bestie}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fabulous friends ive made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the countless hours ive spent learning about their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course BLOGGING!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats rite, this is where i do all my blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;needless to say, i will have to get a new routine in during my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to catch up with all my fabulous friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i am giving myself a goal to continue to post regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you gym. for a great past year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for giving me a break from the stressful job i was in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for giving me time to sit back and reflect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-270378958518220586?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/270378958518220586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=270378958518220586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/270378958518220586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/270378958518220586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-big-things-bring-it-on.html' title='new big things... bring it on!'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-408581422966075400</id><published>2010-01-26T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:19:49.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 5'/><title type='text'>top *5* tuesdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok im cheating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am making this a top {ten} tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last week i did my top 5 boy crushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(who im totally allowed to cheat on rockstar husband with of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well this week are my mega girl crushes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and embarrassing enough, there are more of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have a harder time narrowing them down to 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in no particular order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because that changes on the daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; megan fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; rachel bilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; rachel mcadams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; katy perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; katie cassidy (only as a brunette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; mila kunis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; zooey deschanel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;scarlett johansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;. natalie portman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; kate hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-408581422966075400?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/408581422966075400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=408581422966075400&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/408581422966075400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/408581422966075400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-5-tuesdays.html' title='top *5* tuesdays.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-9143023237560000962</id><published>2010-01-26T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:16:50.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book swap'/><title type='text'>guess what folks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;....check your inbox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;swap partners are there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;(sorry for the delay. we added a few more people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;thanks so much again for joining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;i can not wait to see all your book choices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;and hear all about your lovely inscriptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-9143023237560000962?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/9143023237560000962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=9143023237560000962&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/9143023237560000962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/9143023237560000962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/guess-what-folks.html' title='guess what folks?'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-7732007998868976251</id><published>2010-01-23T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:00:01.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuck forever'/><title type='text'>rocK*Star loVe {dippin dots}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me rockstar boy. cousin la. cousin kait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our&amp;nbsp;hearts were pounding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anxious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which roller coaster would we ride first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok we ran in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we make six flags a regular thing come summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ben was insistent i bring my cousins along on the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which wasn't out of the ordinary because we bring them often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he loves them just as much as i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we made it onto one roller coaster when it came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the faint drizzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the roller coasters one by one closed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suggested the ferris wheel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(being that the smaller rides all seemed to still be running)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rockstar boy agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait he never wants to go on the ferris wheel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the time we got there that too was closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was pouting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was angry. like a 5&amp;nbsp;year old who you wouldnt let play outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that day. i decided it was his fault that everything was closing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was his fault it was raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his fault this day wasn't the fun i thought it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sometimes things are just easier blamed on boys.hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just in a rotten mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided we should leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;altho cousins and rockstar were fighting me on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why stay in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was leaving for san diego at 2 am that night for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't want to spend all day there if we weren't able to ride anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in an effort to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rockstar boy stopped to get me some dippin dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(my absolute fave. its a must when we go there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was grouchy to him. and he was so considerate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we made our way to the exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now smiling with some astronaut ice cream to keep me company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cousins ran ahead and ben trailed behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there i was in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;completely content with my cup and spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the thought of heat and dryness in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dropped my spoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the world went hazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i heard was a woman frantically screaming next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in front of my dippin dots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a RING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a whaaat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rockstar boy's arm stretched out around me with a box with a ring in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i turned before words came out of his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kissed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kissed him like i had never kissed him before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he didn't have to say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i said yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. yes. yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didn't expect it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean we knew we were going to marry each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we didn't say when. and i didn't need it to be then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until that ring shined in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there it sat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;embarrassed to ask. i had no idea what hand that ring was supposed to go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes i admit it. what kind of girl am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and by the look of his face he didn't either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i blamed it on my hands being sticky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i held the box in my hands. clenched to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i must confess i am tearing up just writing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we reached the car and i had immediately called my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(whom i knew had known because the ring was left to me by my grandmother. and he wouldn't have had it without asking for it. love him even more. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she answered screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thank goodness i hadn't called earlier just to say hi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my family just adored him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and couldn't wait to welcome him into our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although he was already there. so officially welcome him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every person i called on the 2 hour drive home answered anxiously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he had already informed every family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(remember how many of them i mentioned earlier? eek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he called every friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he wanted everyone's permission first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little sad i didn't get to tell anyone the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(besides work people who once on the plane noticed my new accessory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ecstatic that i had found him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;found someone so in tune to my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who knew to speak to my family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mom always joked with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you ask kateigh to marry you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make sure you give her a story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she doesn't like big jewelry. she's not a crazy romantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she will need a good story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did he ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he gave me the best story. my favorite story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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dots}'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-7427997787098650744</id><published>2010-01-23T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:00:03.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuck forever'/><title type='text'>rocK*Star loVe { the one}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't do the boyfriend thing in hs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a few, but none that lasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was way too involved with my friends and my life to be bothered with a boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched my friends go through relationship after relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all i was thinking about was where the next girls night was going to be held. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was far from a hopeless romantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while i was dating a boy, if we hung out 2 days in a row, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was no way we were hanging out that third day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by then i was sick of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was this wierd thing with my past boyfriends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each one of them had pointed out shooting stars when i was with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had never seen one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and somehow i would miss it each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i even had one boyfriend who would make me sit outside for hours hoping to get me to see one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but as soon as i got up or looked over or fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there it would go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the world didn't want me to see this beautiful disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told my friends when i saw a shooting star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's when i would know. he would be "the one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i had my mom scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't have a desire for marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amazing best friends at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didn't need a boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was smart, independent, and my own person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't understand what it was like to be in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you can see how this "thing" with rockstar boy completely threw me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while we were still in the talking phase, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went out to this show (our fave thing to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i was dating a rockstar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wanted the world to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i loved watching all the girls swoon over him at shows.but he was my drummer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afterwards we went to a party at one of his bandmates house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt like i was invited to a vip event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i felt even better walking in with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we left the party laughing and giggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had no doubt had an amazing night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the drive home, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i gazed out the passenger side window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as he held my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there it was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my first shooting star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and again. another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart skipped a beat. my breathing stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it couldn't be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we had seriously only been with each other for maybe a month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a sign girl. what can i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe in everything happens for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there was a reason i had never seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it would never been quite as beautiful as watching it with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the stars didn't lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did want to marry this boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i made wishes that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wishes to someday marry this boy. wishes for him to never break my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wishes for forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i found out later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i sheepishly told this story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(red cheeks im sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i wasn't the only one wishing that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his best friend (who was in iraq) told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was the night he knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was the night rockstar boy knew i was the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one he wanted to spend forever with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i guess one shooting star was for him. and the other was for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were stars in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i was in love with a rockstar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-7427997787098650744?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/7427997787098650744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=7427997787098650744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/7427997787098650744'/><link 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february. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made the long drive up to his school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(long cold drive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was sooo good to see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really missed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was so unlike me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i was really getting used to this mushy love stuff girl i was becoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wore it well i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we still hadn't titled ourselves anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but everytime i was with him i wanted to tell him i loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, literally, at every moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was head over heels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than any girl had ever loved any boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(in my head atleast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this weekend was special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was my first time staying at his school all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was 2 whole days of just me and him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's when it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as we layed there watching tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he kissed me. then looked at me so in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and said, "do you promise not to break my heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"because i don't think i could take it if you did, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i want to call&amp;nbsp; you my girlfriend, but only if you promise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh* how could i not be in love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this moment is blurry because there were soo many thoughts running through my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved him. break his heart? never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the greatest moment of my life. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's when he said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well it looks like you're stuck forever then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there we were. perfect in our own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i said i loved him on the first night we were official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(strictly because he said it first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will remember that moment forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6479494041743902556?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6479494041743902556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6479494041743902556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6479494041743902556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1lSg9mTQQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/S30EFxos_3A/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1lSdV-7eoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XSCsKtvrnTc/s1600-h/5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1lSdV-7eoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XSCsKtvrnTc/s320/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;comes home tonite. is driving home as we speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a week away from each other is no longer allowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i miss her dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i might tackle her when i see her tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we have a breakfast date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i haven't worn my converse since she's been gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this just don't fit the same without her here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2443820314260211369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2443820314260211369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-girl.html' title='this girl.....'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1lSiRPs8BI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PB5OOVVW0Zs/s72-c/22576_263987399895_501789895_4595729_6931553_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8682093349376846926</id><published>2010-01-22T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:00:04.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuck forever'/><title type='text'>rocK*Star loVe {friends}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had refused the whole myspace phase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i wasnt friends with you in life, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didnt need a computer to be friends with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but one day a friend needed me to look at a picture on myspace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had to create an account and go through a whole lotta nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lonely myspace account. lonely for a couple days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inbox: you have a friend request from ben rydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(rydia was his band name btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;craziness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i accepted right away and managed to throw up pictures and add friends quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and instantly we were messaging each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;messaging each other as if no time had passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since 7th grade when we were best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it wasn't awkward flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was in a band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rydia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and weeks after talking he was supposed to have a show locally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(he was away at school at the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i called everyone i knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no one was around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not one person to go with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the shyer, more awkward me said no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all i could think of was sitting on the side by myself while he did his thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he called me seconds after he was done playing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to tell me that he missed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart stopped beating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we made plans to hang out the following week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(thanksgiving weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was so beyond anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to see this boy i had been obsessing over for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my little rockstar &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day we were supposed to hang out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom had a terrible fall and shattered her knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i impatiently waited for my dad to call from the hospital while she was in surgery, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the phone finally rang, it was not the voice i was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she was barely awake, and obviously drugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yelling at me that i better not cancel this date with this cute boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(oh my god this WAS a date. i had never been on one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she threatened me that she would be fine unless i was home when she got there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(dont you just love her?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well i was home when she got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but rockstar boy was on his way to get me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually they came in at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he walked into utter chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in his head im sure he wanted to run straight out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we went out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then again. and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually our second date was shopping on black friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he needed to know who i was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that's a girl who looooves to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he survived. and did fabulously i might add. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was the start of something great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-8682093349376846926?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-404986290580846620</id><published>2010-01-21T04:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:02:05.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuck forever'/><title type='text'>rocK*Star loVe {7th grade sweethearts}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i walked into the lunchroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7th grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after weeks of missed school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because the popular girls tortured me. the new girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(apparently that's what happens when their crush likes you. boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did not want to go back. i did not want to live there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to be by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bowl hair cut. big brown puppy dog eyes. baggy jencos. and some vans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not the kind of boy i was used to in nyc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kind of boy i was oh so ready to get used to here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made friends instantly with this table of highly unique people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;within weeks. we were "it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were 7th grade boyfriend &amp;amp; girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically, we held hands and sat together at lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if you ask me who my first love is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's that 7th grade heart throb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that skater boy. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we dated a total of 7 times between 7th and 9th grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but high school drifted us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was that punk rock band geek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and me, i was the cheerleader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we waved in the hall. thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but secretly, i always hoped i would get more than a wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for four years, his locker sat next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for four years, i drooled over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as he brought girlfriend after girlfriend by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(don't get me wrong i looked at other boys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but none so cute as this grungy boy with crazy sideburns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a camera &amp;amp; drumsticks always in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at graduation we stood next to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and said more words to each other in that line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than we had all of high school combined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i probably blushed a million times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while a bagillion butterflies danced in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he went to college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i slowly forgot about this 7th grade crush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-404986290580846620?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/404986290580846620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=404986290580846620&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/404986290580846620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/404986290580846620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/rockstar-love.html' title='rocK*Star loVe {7th grade sweethearts}'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6510005202778086185</id><published>2010-01-21T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:57:31.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>knick knack exchange. yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1gIRpN2nRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mu1dB4XIBtw/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1gIRpN2nRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mu1dB4XIBtw/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; perfect!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am in &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with all the swaps and exchanges in blog world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im pretty sure it is my absolute favorite thing about blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok second to being able to release all my thoughts into the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one is spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danielle from dinosaur toes (an absolutely fabulous blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has set up a knick knack exchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically, you find a cute little &lt;em&gt;chachca &lt;/em&gt;(my moms word for knick knack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that describes &lt;strong&gt;YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then you send it along to someone else out there in blogland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you will receive one from someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get a fun new treasure and get to learn about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;thanks so much danielle for this fabulous little exchange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i hope you all go straight over to join. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;or email her your info @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kissparrotkiss@aol.com"&gt;kissparrotkiss@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now what to send........ &amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6510005202778086185?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6510005202778086185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6510005202778086185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6510005202778086185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6510005202778086185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/knick-knack-exchange-yay.html' title='knick knack exchange. yay!'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1gIRpN2nRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mu1dB4XIBtw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8528811253014254514</id><published>2010-01-20T20:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:26:20.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last day....</title><content type='html'>only a few more hours left to enter the swap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-8528811253014254514?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/8528811253014254514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=8528811253014254514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8528811253014254514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8528811253014254514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day.html' title='last day....'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-1174336753016517754</id><published>2010-01-20T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:54:52.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clearing out room for happiness. that &amp; nothing more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEEIFyO9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5ZPWdI-EPKs/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEEIFyO9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5ZPWdI-EPKs/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was reading all new blog posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(my absolute fave thing to do at work and something i am really going to miss with my new job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i came across a really amazing post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with such great meaning and something i need to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovetulipsandtea.blogspot.com/2010/01/creating-clearing.html"&gt;tulips &amp;amp; tea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{you must read this}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is all about making a clearing in&amp;nbsp;your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clearing out the clutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of anything. it could be small or it could be huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my case, i need huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont get me wrong, as you can probably tell, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i LOVE my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; life in general really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEPPMFc6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ml7dy2vFjc4/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEPPMFc6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ml7dy2vFjc4/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEOdtLR1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/1MNIJH7d9t8/s1600-h/4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEOdtLR1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/1MNIJH7d9t8/s200/4.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just feel like i need a new start. with new aspirations, inspirations and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with new views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and with a few start-overs and do- overs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want any weight tying me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to wake up each morning, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take a breath of fresh air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and live my life drama and clutter free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so often girls are hated because of their "drama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as a girl.... im guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we hate when other people are dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when we, ourselves dish it, it seems perfectly acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i am decluttering that from my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have decided there is no room for hate in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this doesn't mean i am going to force myself to like people or things i don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this means i am not going to spend time hating them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my feelings are being reserved for strictly happy moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's just no room for negative thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(peter pan theory perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have pondering this since my &lt;a href="http://www.exp0sedbrick.blogspot.com/"&gt;bestie's &lt;/a&gt;post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then today reading this post, it really clicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want all my energy to go into relationships i cherish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead of people i could care less about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and there are a few friendships in my life that are in desperate need of mending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEYOq3acI/AAAAAAAAAfo/D5ovqGZhDmY/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEYOq3acI/AAAAAAAAAfo/D5ovqGZhDmY/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in the literal sense of "clearing out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who doesn't feel better when their closets are organized, kitchens cleaned, bedrooms tidy and cars spotless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's instant gratification!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEyG1eS9I/AAAAAAAAAfw/S-ydrrl1wU8/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEyG1eS9I/AAAAAAAAAfw/S-ydrrl1wU8/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;analiese &amp;amp; jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for all your wise words and smart actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1174336753016517754?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/1174336753016517754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1174336753016517754&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1174336753016517754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1174336753016517754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/clearing-out-room-for-happiness-that.html' title='clearing out room for happiness. that &amp; nothing more.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1bEEIFyO9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5ZPWdI-EPKs/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4773086169939948957</id><published>2010-01-19T03:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:16:39.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 5'/><title type='text'>top five tuesday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tOp *5* celeb boy crushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{me and rockstar husband each have lists (top five lists) of 5 girl and 5 boy celebs we are allowed to cheat on each other with. i really secretly hope he meets one of his boy crushes for a severely awkward situation hehe}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. matthew mcconaughey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. ryan reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. michael cera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. travis barker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. jude law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(but mattew fox is sloooowwwly creeping up there. just cant decide who he would replace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4773086169939948957?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/4773086169939948957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=4773086169939948957&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4773086169939948957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4773086169939948957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-five-tuesday.html' title='top five tuesday.....'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-3397909425090721670</id><published>2010-01-19T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:24:37.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book swap'/><title type='text'>fill my shelves please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1VcrOUET_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/KZ1pT7EjvgM/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1VcrOUET_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/KZ1pT7EjvgM/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;are you ready to fill your shelves??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I AM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i am so excited only 1 more day to enter the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{poprocks} book swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;now if only i could choose just one book?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;( i may have to send out a few hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;make sure if you want to join, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;email me your mailing info and blog address!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kateigh.jamieson@gmail.com"&gt;kateigh.jamieson@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i emailed everyone back that sent me their info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thanks again!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(again so surprised by the outcome. loves you ladies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;if you sent me info and didn't hear from me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i am so very sorry, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;could you resend me your fabulous info!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;also, if anyone is interested in donating some books themselves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;email me for my mailing information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3397909425090721670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/fill-my-shelves-please.html' title='fill my shelves please!'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1VcrOUET_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/KZ1pT7EjvgM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2424656762698661197</id><published>2010-01-18T04:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:16:01.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i will be my own sucess story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have landed a new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not the job of my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a job that will only get me closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a job that will instantly make me happy &amp;amp; have a little more self worth than my current. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; best/worst part is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more overnights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a way, i think i will miss this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. because i only work sunday- thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weekends off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. because it's overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it feels like i have everyday off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i actually feel the pay off of a decent night's sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and rockstar husband are thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;truth is lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this has been the one thing keeping me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like i don't have much direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have too many directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am indecisive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and really, i don't know what i want to be when i grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was always so jealous in high school when everyone had their whole lives mapped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was told one day, you too will figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then in college when everyone had it figured out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;majors and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;graduating with fancy degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and still i was told, in time, you too will figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when all my friends have careers. and well, they're grown ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, one request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i please figure it out before i reach 80??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are tons of things i imagine myself doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but none that stick out above the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im taking control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am taking one of those ideas (actually 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and running with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 was fabulous, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010 will be out of this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2424656762698661197?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/2424656762698661197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=2424656762698661197&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2424656762698661197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2424656762698661197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-be-my-own-sucess-story.html' title='i will be my own sucess story!'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-3864279642977368916</id><published>2010-01-17T00:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:25:01.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book swap'/><title type='text'>o-M-g...... there's only 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 more days to join my book swappy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so far there will be 46 books donated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to some beautiful (less fortunate) children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;{thank thank thank you!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am beyond excited about the turn out so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tell your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's 3 wonderful days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and I so can't wait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am definitely ready for a new good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And being that it will come from one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Means so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;have a lovely sunday &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-3864279642977368916?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/3864279642977368916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=3864279642977368916&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3864279642977368916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3864279642977368916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-m-g-theres-only-3.html' title='o-M-g...... there&apos;s only 3!'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4042906717396313348</id><published>2010-01-17T00:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:19:47.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kreativ blogger: guest post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qp3vka9bQAM/SooUdDIWR0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/yxjkhKVQg5Y/s400/kreativ_blogger_award_copy.jpg" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qp3vka9bQAM/SooUdDIWR0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/yxjkhKVQg5Y/s200/kreativ_blogger_award_copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been tagged with a Kreativ Blogger Award..... again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHH!! I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been tagged by the oh so fabulous lady, Jackie from exp0sed brick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I would have a little fun with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have asked rockstar husband to say 7 random things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. She has a crazy obsession with photos of her (or others') feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1KYbscAY1I/AAAAAAAAAew/7e1MjVN2TJg/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1KYbscAY1I/AAAAAAAAAew/7e1MjVN2TJg/s320/IMG_3387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. She's ridiculously in love with Michael Cera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2008/12/27/amd_michael_cera.jpg" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2008/12/27/amd_michael_cera.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. She's the only girl I know who can go days without sleep.... just cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1KY_CtX9jI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Hyvrn4yj9mw/s1600-h/IMG_3182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1KY_CtX9jI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Hyvrn4yj9mw/s320/IMG_3182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. She loves vampires. LOVES vampires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.fantasybooksandmovies.com/image-files/edward-cullen-twilight.gif" height="320" src="http://www.fantasybooksandmovies.com/image-files/edward-cullen-twilight.gif" width="294" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. She has a stronger love for me and zoey than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1Kae3JZtdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5PDFP24y780/s1600-h/IMG_1795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1Kae3JZtdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5PDFP24y780/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. It can be 80 degrees out and she will still be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can be 20 degrees and I'll still be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/4/optimized/442894_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;amp;wid=327&amp;amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" height="320" src="http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/4/optimized/442894_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;amp;wid=327&amp;amp;qlt=90,0&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. She loves to play the game, "how far can we go after my gas light comes on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://sweetiegirlz.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/empty.jpg" height="240" src="http://sweetiegirlz.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/empty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he just fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here are the 7 fabulous bloggers rockstar husband has chosen to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JMay from The Swede Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from greystrawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amanduh from scandalous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kello from roed book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kimbirdy from fill your well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;marisa from oh so i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;annie christina from i blog therefore i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks loves! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4042906717396313348?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/4042906717396313348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=4042906717396313348&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4042906717396313348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4042906717396313348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/kreativ-blogger-guest-post.html' title='kreativ blogger: guest post'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qp3vka9bQAM/SooUdDIWR0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/yxjkhKVQg5Y/s72-c/kreativ_blogger_award_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6017329176129218384</id><published>2010-01-15T04:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T04:35:49.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bathroom bliss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i will start re-beautifying (yeah i make up my own words) my bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frankly, im sick of looking at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's...... well plain yucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are some ideas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0ZJVZOHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AUhLjuDlj-8/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0ZJVZOHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AUhLjuDlj-8/s200/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0Zyqd7TI/AAAAAAAAAdo/8P6S3x7z9pM/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0Zyqd7TI/AAAAAAAAAdo/8P6S3x7z9pM/s200/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{pretty grey walls with yellow accent}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0a9_k8RI/AAAAAAAAAdw/sAA4SWpuBsg/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0a9_k8RI/AAAAAAAAAdw/sAA4SWpuBsg/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{pretend this is yellow. loves!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0baBkiuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bCsHgdG5ftQ/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0baBkiuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/bCsHgdG5ftQ/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{fabulous silhouettes of myself &amp;amp; rockstar husband}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0cJXtjwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/eQcJXNk0ZHc/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0cJXtjwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/eQcJXNk0ZHc/s200/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0df3muxI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VPbIzNLSYZQ/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0df3muxI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VPbIzNLSYZQ/s200/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{vases filled with bright yellow flowers and delicious lemons}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0vpaH_9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fyYJRBVKu3I/s1600-h/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0vpaH_9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fyYJRBVKu3I/s200/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{perhaps some damask on one of the walls}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A1g-R6ySI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EddjspZqStQ/s1600-h/IMG_0588%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A1g-R6ySI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EddjspZqStQ/s320/IMG_0588%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{pretty b&amp;amp;w photos &amp;amp; quotes in bright yellow frames made by yours truly}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A2IBB6ZYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ymvolhsCS6M/s1600-h/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A2IBB6ZYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ymvolhsCS6M/s200/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A2G8yjSxI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1aebZ9I325o/s1600-h/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A2G8yjSxI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1aebZ9I325o/s200/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{fun white shelves with cute glass canisters with the essentials}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh bathroom, I'm afraid I will never leave you when you are looking as pretty as this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6017329176129218384?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6017329176129218384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6017329176129218384&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6017329176129218384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6017329176129218384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/bathroom-bliss.html' title='bathroom bliss.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S1A0ZJVZOHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AUhLjuDlj-8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-165338841263032971</id><published>2010-01-14T03:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:55:02.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i have the world in my hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;after speaking with someone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(wtih whom i have recently started to have long heartfelt conversations about life and everything in between)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has made me come to realize something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few somethings actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something i feel awful for never noticing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(being that her situation is highly different from mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and something that makes me so happy, i want to burst with tears of joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she, just tonight, compared mine and rockstar's relationship to that of a fairy tale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i blushed, it got me thinking. then explaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. my friends used to laugh at me. they would tell me my standards for boys were too high. and love wasn't like it was in the movies. i wasn't going to get the fairy tale ending that i wished for. it didn't happen like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. i did get it. but i guess it is more fairy tale in words than it is in life. let me elaborate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;myself &amp;amp; rockstar husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have an amazing relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one i couldn't have ever even dreamed of until it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(one day i promise i will tell the entire story of "us")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is fairy tale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's says the right things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we do tons of fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we laugh and laugh and laugh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we like the same things and hate the same people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything just works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buuuutttttt.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it works, because&amp;nbsp; we work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have to compromise and accept and forgive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a million other things that are not easily done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially for 2 strong willed people such as ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we bicker about nonsense, we get moody and we are down right nasty sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we've never actually yelled at each other tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but everyday there it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he says the right things, and we do tons of fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i explained to my new friend that i discovered what love is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know you love someone, like full heartedly love someone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you are the maddest at them. like infuriated with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you don't want them to be anywhere, but by your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i am my angriest, i need him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want&amp;nbsp; him to tell me it's going to be ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want him to love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only want to be with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S07bK74L9gI/AAAAAAAAAcY/z8Nmq9bmU48/s1600-h/4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S07bK74L9gI/AAAAAAAAAcY/z8Nmq9bmU48/s320/4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(sometimes we feel like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S07bLNO0RaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/TVNbHGcHFCU/s1600-h/5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S07bLNO0RaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/TVNbHGcHFCU/s320/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(and sometimes he draws hearts out of pizza grease for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have the most amazing family in the entire world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are a million of us, and together we can conquer the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i count on them for most everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are the nails that hold me together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they have made me me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more i talk about them to other people, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more i realize. i am the luckiest girl in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i may have explained this before but just a refresh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my grandparents had 6 amazing children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of which came 17 amazing grandchildren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which then came 3 great grandchildren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfortunately, my grandparents are no longer here to see how this family has grown so beautifully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i know they see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so basically, i grew up with 16 best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love them each for different reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean we are all so different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some grew up in cali, some long island, some upstate, pa, chicago, and nyc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it didn't stop one bond from being formed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people can't even keep up when i talk about my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are seriously my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know that they are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know i should be beyond grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think sometimes we need a good reminder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to how good our life really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S07bEaZu8XI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_EocTcw4lqI/s1600-h/1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S07bEaZu8XI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_EocTcw4lqI/s320/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;bestie is roadtripping the next 9+ days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rockstar husband is working the next 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bff &amp;amp; brother are on mancation for the next 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; here i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(insert super sad puppy dog face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess i will be doing lots &amp;amp; lots of blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S07dRoXctZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iU3Q4G8qnaI/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S07dRoXctZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iU3Q4G8qnaI/s320/4.jpg" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(with lots of blog help.thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{february}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;start community service group in local town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{march}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weekly activities @ nursing home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{april}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prom dress collection for local high schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{may}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;habitat for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{june} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring gifts to children's ward @ hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{july}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perfect our parks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{august}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clean up our streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{september}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;donate food &amp;amp; toys to animal shelters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{october}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;breast cancer awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(walks, volley for a cure, cheer for a cure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{november}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanksgiving dinner for families of salvation army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{december}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adopt families for christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-5070698248759974064?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/5070698248759974064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=5070698248759974064&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-370287574965055251</id><published>2010-01-12T13:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:09:23.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 5'/><title type='text'>top 5 tuesdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was hanging out with &lt;a href="http://www.exp0sedbrick.blogspot.com/"&gt;bestie&lt;/a&gt; the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(surprise surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she brought to my attention i have a lot of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"top fives"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i absolutely loooove something, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i usually follow it up with, thats def in my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"top five"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;truth is, there may be more than 5 in each of these categories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i never took the time to really think it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just like something and there it is..... top five. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i blame all this top five nonsense on the ridiculous obsession i had for high fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;haven't seen it? watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you too will be slanging &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"thats so my top five."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is in no correlation to myspace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this came before myspace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(believe it or not there was a world previous to this and facebook. crazy i know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sooo as i sit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i figure, maybe i need to establish some lists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(obvi my fave thing to do! can you tell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soooo i am going to&amp;nbsp; have a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;top five tuesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every week you will get a little bit of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i would just loves it if you would send me yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{tOp 5}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{favorite blogs! @ the moment}&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.exp0sedbrick.blogspot.com/"&gt; exp0sed brick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.carries-travels.blogspot.com/"&gt;carrie goes to kilimanjaro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.dolcevita.blogspot.com/"&gt;dolce vita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.jenrem.com/"&gt;absent minded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://letters-to-zoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;letters to zoe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now obviously i have many many&amp;nbsp; more than this. &lt;br /&gt;but i am limiting to top 5. no exceptions!&lt;br /&gt;(naturally i had to start with a blog top 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-370287574965055251?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/370287574965055251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=370287574965055251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/370287574965055251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/370287574965055251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-hanging-out-with-bestie-other-day.html' title='top 5 tuesdays.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-829019658264537381</id><published>2010-01-11T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:25:22.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one years old. &amp; you're such a beautiful little lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;teagan kathleen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0wiFHFj9CI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lEBJDuGF11M/s1600-h/IMG_0706%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0wiFHFj9CI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lEBJDuGF11M/s320/IMG_0706%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my niece turned &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; years old today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just love her so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is the greatest baby ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i used to babysit on a regular basis (meaning everyday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im pretty sure ive heard her cry a total of 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is just the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(im told she looks just like me. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this little lady is one years old already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my how this year has&amp;nbsp;ran passed us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you teagan lady. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0winG1L-kI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sZjNDNXuRxI/s1600-h/IMG_0705%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0winG1L-kI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sZjNDNXuRxI/s320/IMG_0705%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this one on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone forgot to tell him it was not his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(my godson who i love ever so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;is a &lt;strong&gt;monster. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in the worst sense of the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and i couldn't love him more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we're going to get into great trouble when he gets older....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;like we don't get into enough now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i spoil him beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that's what aunts are for though, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(i bought him a trampoline for christmas. yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these pics were from my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i can not wait to see them this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( i will be watching them allll weekend while my brother and sister-in-law are away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will be sure to take a ton of birthday sleepover pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-829019658264537381?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0wiFHFj9CI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lEBJDuGF11M/s72-c/IMG_0706%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2141732555181716219</id><published>2010-01-11T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:32:33.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sickies, sickies, go away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been trying desperately to get rid of this yucky cold/allergies/ flu like thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i have been carrying around with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for far too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(possibly because i don't&amp;nbsp; have a proper sleep schedule &amp;amp; my immune system is trying to tell me something. possibly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this week, i am planning on much very needed catch up sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my week will be spent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuddling with puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching movies with bestie perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; did i mention sleep??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there will be a few moments where i abandon all those plans tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for our super amazing fabuloso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;photo session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had a little preview last night.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0r9yXtdUyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zca7uDaOiAg/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0r9yXtdUyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zca7uDaOiAg/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0r9zF69hNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GG4zDioMPfQ/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0r9zF69hNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GG4zDioMPfQ/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0r91YdEyJI/AAAAAAAAAao/Xn3onII3seY/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0r9xAXKDWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZWt1-wTF0C0/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0r9xAXKDWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZWt1-wTF0C0/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(please don't judge my appearance, as i said sickies have been taking over my life. but i can't say no to an impromptu photo session with my faves!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2141732555181716219?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/2141732555181716219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=2141732555181716219&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2141732555181716219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2141732555181716219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/sickies-sickies-go-away.html' title='sickies, sickies, go away!'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0r9yXtdUyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zca7uDaOiAg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-3348518151046113119</id><published>2010-01-08T05:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T03:30:57.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{poprocks} book swap &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0cFPfXQqlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/yEGfToAZaKs/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0cFPfXQqlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/yEGfToAZaKs/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*bOOk SwaP*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ever since micaela's lovely ornament swap, i have been dying to have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i love the idea of connecting on such a personal level with everyone out there in blog world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i wanted to do something that would reflect me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i wanted to swap something that could reveal a little something about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so here it is. the first of many {poprocks} book swaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pick your favorite or one that brings meaning to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(in the hopes that it will do the same in someone&amp;nbsp;else's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it could be new, old, funny, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want it to represent you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make it even more special, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want you to inscribe a lovely little note on the inside cover.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there is not much i love about winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one thing that always stands out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is sitting all cozy on the couch with a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what better time to start this than the coldest of months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(for us new yorkers anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you're lucky enough to have the sun shining on your face, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe it could be a good read for the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am beyond excited about this swap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even better. we'll do it again next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where you will get the chance to re-swap the same book you were given, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or send another piece of yourself out into the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just LOVE reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am always looking for new ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i really LOVE collecting books for my book shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(altho mine still have been packed away since the move *tear*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you all are just as excited as i am for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;email me @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kateigh.jamieson@gmail.com"&gt;kateigh.jamieson@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by january 20th to be a part.&lt;br /&gt;{be sure to include your name, mailing address, &amp;amp; blog address in your email} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bonus: for every beautiful lady that joins the swap, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will be donating a book to our local children's shelter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you may even send one to me yourself that you would like to donate!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;{repost &amp;amp; comment the link and be entered into a super secret giveaway}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-3348518151046113119?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/3348518151046113119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=3348518151046113119&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3348518151046113119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/3348518151046113119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/poprocks-book-swap-3.html' title='{poprocks} book swap &lt;3'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0cFPfXQqlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/yEGfToAZaKs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6503473444881103221</id><published>2010-01-06T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:25:32.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we think the same thinks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="[20090617160513.jpg]" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THHFHeLAvXQ/S0SoWz9ZgbI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/_0MtGjugR28/s320/20090617160513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{stolen from the fabulous Marisa who is guesting on dolce vita}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this post started out all different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was going to be a post about how i miss my "sole" mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just a little note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the process i received a text message. from bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="[20090617160513.jpg]" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THHFHeLAvXQ/S0SoWz9ZgbI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/_0MtGjugR28/s200/20090617160513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's right. the same image i started this very post with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you see what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love her. lots &amp;amp; lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what friendship looks like folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in its truest form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here's to you bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; to a fabulous 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0VFylP0HZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VA0nrczYtiU/s1600-h/not3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0VFylP0HZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VA0nrczYtiU/s320/not3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6503473444881103221?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6503473444881103221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6503473444881103221&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6503473444881103221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6503473444881103221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-think-same-thinks.html' title='we think the same thinks.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THHFHeLAvXQ/S0SoWz9ZgbI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/_0MtGjugR28/s72-c/20090617160513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-5119671549410985365</id><published>2010-01-06T16:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:58:27.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im taking a deep breath and im doing it</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="http://euro-quest.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/swing-dance-classes-lindy-hop-image-1001.gif" height="200" src="http://euro-quest.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/swing-dance-classes-lindy-hop-image-1001.gif" width="179" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as seen on my ambitious life list,&lt;br /&gt;i have a goal to set up an organization to raise money for arts &amp;amp; music in school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hopefully this will grow into all kinds of money being raised for all kinds of causes.&lt;br /&gt;for now, we will start small.&lt;br /&gt;so i have finally started hardcore researching and putting together some proposals and all that fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i am beyond excited to start this journey.&lt;br /&gt;this journey in doing for others. &amp;amp; possibly changing lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scatts.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/music-records.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://scatts.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/music-records.jpg" border="0" height="200" src="http://scatts.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/music-records.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill help raise money to put an amazing music program in a school.&lt;br /&gt;and it will encourage some kids to start a band.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe. just maybe they will be the greatest thing to ever happened to music.&lt;br /&gt;and it will all be because i had a life list and i wanted others to learn.&lt;br /&gt;so wish me luck on my future endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;i only hope it will be a positive one. one that will change lives. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anglia.ac.uk/ruskin/en/home/news/archive/creative_arts.Maincontent.0006.Image.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.anglia.ac.uk/ruskin/en/home/news/archive/creative_arts.Maincontent.0006.Image.gif" border="0" height="150" src="http://www.anglia.ac.uk/ruskin/en/home/news/archive/creative_arts.Maincontent.0006.Image.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-5119671549410985365?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/5119671549410985365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=5119671549410985365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5119671549410985365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5119671549410985365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-taking-deep-breath-and-im-doing-it.html' title='im taking a deep breath and im doing it'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4578211853469529991</id><published>2010-01-04T15:32:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:45:41.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>with crazy make-up &amp; big hair. comes crazy new adventures &amp; big dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so i am a planner at heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i live to plan things..... mostly plan parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so new years eve this year was a project i had been looking forward to for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i believe myself to be a pretty optimistic person. a positive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone who tries to make the best of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i must say i have lacked these qualities in the past few new years eves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have not had any new years eves to be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they weren't awful. nothing bad happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the problem is nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were fairly uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i promised myself not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am not starting off this decade in a funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so planning was to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ideas were to be created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;80's PROM NEW YEARS EVE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422627679985904050" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgemO8Slh-8/S0ELJQbCqbI/AAAAAAAACxA/os-FQuKLoAM/s400/CIMG0111.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;what a way to kick off 2010...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;by partying like it was 1984.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{check out all the fun pictures on exposed brick}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and fun was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i now feel sorry for all future new years eves in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't think there will ever be another 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am already in the works for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only &lt;i&gt;bigger and better things to come&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am now super-sonic excited (love you carrie) about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there will be new friends, new memories, new memories with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new adventures, new loves, new addictions, new emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a brand new year for me and rockstar husband to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(our favorite thing to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4578211853469529991?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/4578211853469529991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=4578211853469529991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4578211853469529991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4578211853469529991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-crazy-make-up-big-hair-comes-crazy.html' title='with crazy make-up &amp; big hair. comes crazy new adventures &amp; big dreams.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgemO8Slh-8/S0ELJQbCqbI/AAAAAAAACxA/os-FQuKLoAM/s72-c/CIMG0111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8846944925066418661</id><published>2010-01-01T12:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:56:28.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of me... 20*10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0LvqPOj9LI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NifiM_14K2I/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/S0LvqPOj9LI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NifiM_14K2I/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pieces of me&lt;/strong&gt; in january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pieces of me&lt;/strong&gt; in 2010. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this month......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i like}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; that we're ringing in the new year completely 80's out. with my favorite people. sure to make 2010 a keeper ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i don't like}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; that it is still the season of snow. this may be my don't like until april!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i want you to know}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i've&amp;nbsp;been contemplating more &amp;amp; more tattoing my body. like all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{ive planned}&lt;/span&gt; to&amp;nbsp;be fabulous this year. nothing will be in my way. i will make our dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{i want to say to someone special}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; sorry i've been such a horrible friend. i know i need to keep in touch more. but i promise i love you to death! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.:from the lovely:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://notesfromthetoothfairy.blogspot.com/"&gt;*notes from the toothfairy*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-8846944925066418661?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/8846944925066418661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=8846944925066418661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/8846944925066418661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me. not what i do.</title><content type='html'>happy new years eve.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been thinking about this post for quite some time now. what was i going to write the last day before 2010?? i have basically told you all that i would like to accomplish over and over again. and i'm not much for calling things resolutions because im afraid they're less likely to stick around then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i would moreso like to tell you about who i would like to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not so much do, but be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl that laughs always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who gets angry when necesary, but keeps her cool when need be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl&amp;nbsp; who gives back to the community... and to&amp;nbsp;the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who believes in herself and everything she is capable of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who is loved. as much as humanly possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who likes the yankees but isn't a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girl who likes video games but isn't a gamer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girl who thinks like a guy occasionally but is down to the core girly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who cherishes her friends. and never does a thing to hurt them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who is all about family. no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who takes pictures of everything everyday of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who forgives. i mean whole heartedly forgives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who is smart and can keep a conversation with the finest of intellects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who is crazy. who will do anything to have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl he's proud to call his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be the girl who is a perfect wife. as perfect as someone is allowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and mostly, i want to be the girl who can sit back and be proud of her life. be proud of her story. be proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;get a glimpse into my past @ &lt;a href="http://www.jenrem.com/"&gt;absent minded.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://www.jenrem.com/2009/12/kateighs-last-decade-list.html"&gt;kateigh's last decade list.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jenni's blog is&amp;nbsp;fun &amp;amp; full of life.&amp;nbsp;how fabulous was this idea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4783971520421610904?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/4783971520421610904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=4783971520421610904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4783971520421610904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4783971520421610904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-who-i-am-that-makes-me-me-not-what.html' title='it&apos;s who i am that makes me, me. not what i do.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2458501479985208174</id><published>2009-12-28T03:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:55:04.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sponsor an adventure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzhySF4brOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/B6y4ikCKEU0/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzhySF4brOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/B6y4ikCKEU0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give for a Cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrie from {&lt;a href="http://carrie-travels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie Goes to Kilimanjaro&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;needs donations to get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is going to Africa for such a great cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the world would be such a perfect place if we all did our part, as Carrie is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She will be spending 3 months helping out others in need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving up her family, friends, home, and comfort zone to change lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is such an &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; lady and I know she will make a difference in many lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's already made one in mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.crossculturalsolutions.org/Sponsor/SponsorshipPercent.aspx?PageId=P1_T6&amp;amp;FName=Caroline&amp;amp;LName=Pfeffer&amp;amp;username=carriepfeffer"&gt;{click here}&lt;/a&gt; to help sponsor Carrie and her journey to another world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you need anymore convincing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackie from {&lt;a href="http://exp0sedbrick.blogspot.com/"&gt;exp0sed brick&lt;/a&gt;} will be hosting a giveaway in exchange for your good deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How fabulous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzhyWh40hNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/U5psuzZeciE/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzhyWh40hNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/U5psuzZeciE/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For every donation $5 or more you will be entered to win....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{holga camera}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{beautful print .:Wish:.&amp;nbsp;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/jackielion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;jackielion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{some special surprises}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell the world about this fabulous adventure of Carrie's and Jackie's giveaway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; be entered to win &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;twice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is such a great cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Carrie is such a brave, amazing soul to be tackling it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please show your appreciation &amp;amp; sponsor her right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{you may even get something back!}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2458501479985208174?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzhySF4brOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/B6y4ikCKEU0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-1569304689031996298</id><published>2009-12-23T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:15:01.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just call me alexander.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kateigh &amp;amp; the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's still early and that's just the kind of day its been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess ill have to try extra extra hard to bring out that positive heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{just think happy thoughts}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1569304689031996298?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/1569304689031996298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1569304689031996298&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1569304689031996298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1569304689031996298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-call-me-alexander.html' title='just call me alexander.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4239566452785989244</id><published>2009-12-23T02:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:49:06.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you to the moon and back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHKBCAxIyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tDCkoMweULc/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHKBCAxIyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tDCkoMweULc/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;meet la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or spanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or mama hoojie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;or bippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;or lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the girl with more nicknames than she knows what to do with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHIiLCS2PI/AAAAAAAAAYI/F3S69Bo40ws/s1600-h/2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHIiLCS2PI/AAAAAAAAAYI/F3S69Bo40ws/s320/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this is my cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;she was born when i was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;just a few short months after her parents moved just houses away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;you can basically say, she grew up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;in many ways, she is the little sister i never had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i was there for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;her first teeth, first words, first steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;now first day of high school, first friendship fights, first boy crushes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it amazes me that she is 14 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she doesn't make me feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she makes me proud to have been witness to such a beautiful person growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lauren is not your average 14 year old girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, yes, she is loud and goofy and likes nothing more than to play manhunt every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this 14 year old has a&lt;strong&gt; heart bigger&lt;/strong&gt; than any i have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she cares for things she shouldn't be worrying about for another 10 years. atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;example, since she was 6 or 7, she decided not to collect candy on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she went trick or treating every year with a box for unicef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she collected money for people less privaledged than us instead of racking up pillow cases full of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this year, we&amp;nbsp;are scheduling a bagillion volunteer activities to do in our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(by her request)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is always ready to do for others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this girl, in its most literal sense, has a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart of gold!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHLUMKUlfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VY1lzWsUH2A/s1600-h/4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHLUMKUlfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/VY1lzWsUH2A/s320/4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, on my day fulll of love she just added to &lt;em&gt;all the reasons to love the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;via facebook (which like many teenage girls she is an addict)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was asked, "if you were only able to say one thing to katie for the rest of your life, what would it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to this she responded. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love you to the moon and back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(a little phrase my mom said to us time and time again. actually brings tears to my eyes. but im a baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in my very next notification i was tagged in a poster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it had all fun little titles on it, in which you tag all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(someone who likes good music, best smile, met when you were little, makes you laugh, the funny friend, prettiest person you know, etc. etc. etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfrotunately on my iphone i was unable to see which title she had chosen for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so myself, rockstar husband, and bestie played the guessing game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to my surprise i got.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*someone you just can't live without*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{and if i could sum up me and la..... she's someone i just can't live without!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just simple words spoken. that will touch my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHIA4dcxQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HxQr-ZCcyy8/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHIA4dcxQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HxQr-ZCcyy8/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4239566452785989244?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/4239566452785989244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=4239566452785989244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4239566452785989244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4239566452785989244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-to-moon-and-back.html' title='i love you to the moon and back.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzHKBCAxIyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tDCkoMweULc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-1192890509785158882</id><published>2009-12-22T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:22:58.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart beats to the sound of yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm all about the love today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess you could say im just smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it's christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it's the thought of spending the day with rockstar husband, my momma, and my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or maybe it's just in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" height="300" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.here2see.com/img/misc/express-your-love-in-different-style/express-your-love-in-different-style06.jpg" height="186" src="http://www.here2see.com/img/misc/express-your-love-in-different-style/express-your-love-in-different-style06.jpg" width="320" /&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs13/f/2006/355/1/3/Music_Is___Love_by_Wax_Butterfly.jpg" height="240" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs13/f/2006/355/1/3/Music_Is___Love_by_Wax_Butterfly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://gamb.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/love122.jpg" height="207" src="http://gamb.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/love122.jpg" width="320" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzDkJv8H6dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nrIRKlVmKkc/s1600-h/IMG_1095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SzDkJv8H6dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nrIRKlVmKkc/s400/IMG_1095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1192890509785158882?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-5799109350296252244</id><published>2009-12-22T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:02:17.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping+boy= true love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy hump day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mine will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rockstar husband has off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; we're going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(my favorite thing to do with my favorite boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2009/10/09/alg_shopping-bags.jpg" height="234" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2009/10/09/alg_shopping-bags.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i hope to look like this by the end of the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe i'll even get some presents out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok focus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;christmas presents only!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(but maybe i can pick mine out?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-5799109350296252244?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/5799109350296252244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=5799109350296252244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5799109350296252244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/5799109350296252244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/shoppingboy-true-love.html' title='shopping+boy= true love'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-1925828459634866089</id><published>2009-12-21T02:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:48:31.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend recap &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sunday nights are always the hardest for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am surrounded by absolutely amazing people who make my weekends beyond &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*spectacular*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so when sunday night comes around, when i have to start to go to work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can see where the problem is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i usually spend my sundays lounging around recovering from sleepless nights and fun filled days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but today, as told earlier, we entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;needless to say, i am quite exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of my favorite things about sundays&amp;nbsp;when i get to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is jumping on blog world and remembering my past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how i can't wait to make next weekend better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(if possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here. here are my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;top moments from the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. movies, music, &amp;amp; chats with my bff brother on a long road trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. being the date to the fabulous carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(it was quite possibly the sweetest date i have ever been on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. introductions @ the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(carrie intro-ed me as her date, i intro-ed rj as my brother and jackie as my neighbor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. hugging my puppy after missing her terribly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. getting 90% of my christmas shopping done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. grocery shopping with rockstar husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. meeting people as they said. so you're the soul mate we hear so much about. talk about making a girl blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. a full night of movies and puppy time with rockstar husband. with nothing else to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. a darling dinner party with our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. realizing sometimes you need to let go, and know what you currently have is amazing. if it's meant to be, everything else will creep back in eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope you all had wonderful weekends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1925828459634866089?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/1925828459634866089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1925828459634866089&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1925828459634866089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1925828459634866089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-nights-are-always-hardest-for-me.html' title='weekend recap &lt;3'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2542838393699156388</id><published>2009-12-20T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T07:47:06.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the snow has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you new york for not giving us half as much as you once promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it absolutely made my sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight rockstar husband and i have plans to have a dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with both sets of parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the snow would have ruined all our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i am super sonic excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as carrie would say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that the snow has decided to keep at a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be our first parent dinner party since in our new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;since being mr &amp;amp; mrs jamieson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and since me being a domestic wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ok the last one is a stretch but my cooking has definitely improved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love when both our families get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it almost makes it more official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like we really did go and get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its not all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because sometimes this whole life seems so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't remember growing past the age of 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and being old enough to know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and calling him my husband isn't me fantasizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while writing kateigh jamieson all over my notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dreams as reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2542838393699156388?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/2542838393699156388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=2542838393699156388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2542838393699156388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2542838393699156388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-party.html' title='dinner party.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6004310590157495072</id><published>2009-12-18T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:12:56.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fabulous fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have quite the exciting day ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will traveling 3-4 hours with my &lt;i&gt;best friend of a brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(4 hours of nonstop &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;heart to hearts&lt;/span&gt;.... mmm my fave!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when we reach our destination,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we will be getting ready to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mEg's wedding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so&lt;i&gt; excited.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for one, weddings are my favorite thing &lt;i&gt;ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love watching 2 people fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and theres no better way to see that then watch them on their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and another, i will see bestie today after not seeing her bubbly self for 2 whole days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and if you know &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;jac &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not something we like to do often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but she had bridesmaid duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so today, i get to see her. and she will get the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;biggest hug she has ever received. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's just one very important thing missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rockstar husband will not be coming with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because of his yucky work schedule, he misses out on the funnest of moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully one day soon, his photo career will take off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then he will be right next to me through every event.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for now, i will spend my day secretly missing the heck out of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6004310590157495072?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6004310590157495072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6004310590157495072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6004310590157495072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6004310590157495072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/fabulous-fridays.html' title='fabulous fridays'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-683071259131032312</id><published>2009-12-17T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:52:19.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Syoxoc7j4qI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O6Vond0B5ks/s1600-h/IMG_0043-pola01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Syoxoc7j4qI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O6Vond0B5ks/s320/IMG_0043-pola01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this boy changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; some days.... he's all i think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ok ok all days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;even though he's just at work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i miss him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Syoxrd1BbgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/p-0ZFG3xAoU/s1600-h/Jamieson0013-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Syoxrd1BbgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/p-0ZFG3xAoU/s320/Jamieson0013-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we wear matching sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we have matching thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and we wear matching hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they beat as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Syoxs65sxJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GfUTmofwrig/s1600-h/Jamieson0070-pola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Syoxs65sxJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GfUTmofwrig/s320/Jamieson0070-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is the fairy tale every girl dreams of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;each day we fall more in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and each day my life gets more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-683071259131032312?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/683071259131032312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=683071259131032312&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/683071259131032312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/683071259131032312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/stuck-forever.html' title='stuck forever'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Syoxoc7j4qI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O6Vond0B5ks/s72-c/IMG_0043-pola01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-9130161915408525813</id><published>2009-12-14T04:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:36:56.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goals i would like to accomplish in 2010.</title><content type='html'>4. write a book that will change lives (letters to my children. untitled.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. create a non-profit organization to raise money for music &amp;amp; arts in schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. plan a girls' road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. go to a drive in movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. tatto my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. write an auto-bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. watch afi top 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. learn to skateboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. throw a fundraising event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. host a murder mystery dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. go camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. have a cocktail dress like dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. keep a photo journal to capture my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. always stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. travel to a new place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. go on a wine tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. take weekend vacays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. buy polaroid camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. try new foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. listen to new bands. go to shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. limit fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. exercise regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. manis/pedis as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. learn to kayak and rock climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. make day trips thru the hud valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. visit nyc as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. make mix tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. budget myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. celebrate every holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. participate in habitat for humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. create playlists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. continue decorating apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. learn to cook well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. sell things on etsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. make a journal of local activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;more will be added to this list! because really there's&amp;nbsp;a lot more than 100 things i'd like to accomplish in life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-9130161915408525813?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-2028211999070123469</id><published>2009-12-14T04:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:21:00.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the world just needs a little {love}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i love you {rockstar husband for 150 days of married love}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love you {warm warm coat when the gym is below zero}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love you {mountain dew that is keeping me awake right now}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love you {cheesy 80's songs that have made it to the gym's soundtrack}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love you {bestie &amp;amp; sissy for a ridiculous friday and im sorry for our saturday}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love you {stephanie meyer for the butterflies, the tears, and the laughs while drooling over breaking dawn}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love you {mom for raising me to do the right thing, even when the rest of the world has not}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love you {law &amp;amp; order: svu for everything you are}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love&amp;nbsp; you {christmas time for making me all warm and fuzzy inside}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and i love you {blogger for letting me tell you how i feel and always listening}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-2028211999070123469?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/2028211999070123469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=2028211999070123469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2028211999070123469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/2028211999070123469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-just-needs-little-love.html' title='the world just needs a little {love}'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-5079386614888026349</id><published>2009-12-11T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:25:13.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teagan love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you're having a bad day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is the remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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love'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyJ-9IoXq6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/HGcF5kQVLG8/s72-c/IMG_0626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4968988535323882025</id><published>2009-12-10T05:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:11:16.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1260385367580"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1260385367581"&gt;i looked at the books sitting on her shelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"really?" i said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i say this a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't take you for a twilight girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(whatever that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean i'm quite obsessed with the vampire craze, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;possibly because i've had a thing for vampires since, interview with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but twilight i just don't understand, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;possibly&amp;nbsp; because i am not a 13 year old- boy crazed- child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jackie did not let me leave without book in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok ok ok. i like books. a lot actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how awful could this large print pre-teen obsession be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'm smitten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't put them down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it wasn't until this very moment, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as i finished page 600 something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as i read that very last word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(of eclipse that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that it clicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything clicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am head over heels out of control in love with edward&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and to my dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(because she is not my favorite&amp;nbsp;all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am bella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things i thought, things i felt, things i&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;i'd never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then i met him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"the him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the "one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just like bella's "one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i dont care what theyre trying to push with love for jacob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rockstar husband is essentially edward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he speaks like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in his romantic poetry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(altho ben tries to hide it more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he would literally die and kill for my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not just to save me from being hurt physically, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but just to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont read into this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am in no way saying that our situation is their situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as much as i wish we had an eternity @ 25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it explains how i felt what i felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and why i shed tears as though the words crept off the page and jumped into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have been through a world of things in our years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some that made us stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and some that made us want to tear out the others heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which essentially.... made us stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things not to discuss here in blog world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as much as i love you all dearly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most importantly.. pre him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;young as i was, there was no such thing as marriage in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was a committment phob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hardcore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't carry a boyfriend longer than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nevermind the thought of a ring on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even when i did fall in love with the now husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i knew marriage was in our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it seemed to me thats all it would ever be, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a make believe day that would be thought about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but never acted upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so much so i used to threaten him not to ask me to marry him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just wasn't ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then it hit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he would be working&amp;nbsp;2 hours away for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and staying there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aka us not seeing each&amp;nbsp;other for sometimes weeks at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not my happiest moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in nervousness of losing each other, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the proof of how much our love meant to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it wasnt like how our friends had loved in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was "it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what fairy tales bragged about for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right inside of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and thats when he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we needed it most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as proof to ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that what we had was real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i in no way reacted as bella did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sang from the rooftops. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( and i was completely taken off guard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something i never thought i wanted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was something that felt as if it was the only thing i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i loved him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than any girl had ever loved any boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in my head anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were romeo &amp;amp; juliet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corey &amp;amp; tapanga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no not quite. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(altho we are reffered to as them at times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(story for another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edward &amp;amp; bella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these books are more than words on pages.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theyre feelings of pain, hurt, love, passion, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; everything you have ever felt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all wrapped in each sentence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-4968988535323882025?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/4968988535323882025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=4968988535323882025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4968988535323882025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/4968988535323882025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-then-we-continued-blissfully-into.html' title='&quot;And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.&quot;'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6935738911895470636</id><published>2009-12-10T04:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:17:50.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things i would like to accomplish this week.</title><content type='html'>1. bathroom decor possibly??&lt;br /&gt;2. lunch with jacpfef and carrie&lt;br /&gt;3. weekend filled with sister{@heart} time&lt;br /&gt;4. poppy's trip. pleeeease??&lt;br /&gt;5. etsy shop opened (that's right folks... this WEEK!)&lt;br /&gt;6. photos printed.&amp;nbsp; (wayyy overdue)&lt;br /&gt;7. steal my nephew for an impromptu photo sesh tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;8. make a congrats basket for super best friend's new job {yay jenny!}&lt;br /&gt;9. make some delish cupcakes. and make them pretty. maybe i'll take pictures??&lt;br /&gt;10. chalboard paint/ spray paint party with jac &amp;amp; carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty reasonable?&lt;br /&gt;i think i can handle this. &lt;br /&gt;i think i sneak way too much fun in my to-do lists ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6935738911895470636?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6935738911895470636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-1287177760749570796</id><published>2009-12-10T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:19:58.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my playground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;after posting my 7 wonders of my apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided i'd like to give you a tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as we finish the remodel, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today. i &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; finished my work/play space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who am i kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;play space.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCMG17zwrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/a5iGCeeWTnc/s1600-h/IMG_9973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCMG17zwrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/a5iGCeeWTnc/s320/IMG_9973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCMh-I2gLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/u6t3xpFY-sg/s1600-h/IMG_9982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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they lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCNl1EPY9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JI7x23C0J3A/s1600-h/IMG_9979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCNl1EPY9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/JI7x23C0J3A/s320/IMG_9979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCN45su2OI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7vNot7cRj6w/s1600-h/IMG_9975.JPG" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCQHRelYkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QJGU6jBG2Lk/s1600-h/IMG_9977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCQHRelYkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QJGU6jBG2Lk/s320/IMG_9977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;carnival holga prints are my fave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(in case you were in need of a christmas present for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCOgySJWtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Fi9hRZdjnOc/s1600-h/IMG_9988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCOgySJWtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Fi9hRZdjnOc/s320/IMG_9988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it definitely needs a little more work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but finally a place i can't wait to sit for hours &lt;strong&gt;blogging &amp;amp; crafting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(i apologize for the pictures. i decided flashes were overrated and rushed pictures would do fine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-1287177760749570796?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/1287177760749570796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=1287177760749570796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1287177760749570796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/1287177760749570796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-playground.html' title='my playground.'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyCMG17zwrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/a5iGCeeWTnc/s72-c/IMG_9973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-6574945952282989</id><published>2009-12-08T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:07:44.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kreativ blogger award. yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picking just *7* items in my apartment was near impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love everything and it all makes me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this, my friends, is the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the magic and fabulousness out of 462 C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx24DFrHwmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FLn6vWK9nDQ/s1600-h/IMG_9917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx24DFrHwmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FLn6vWK9nDQ/s200/IMG_9917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx24dwOWb5I/AAAAAAAAASY/nrdENU7gR8M/s1600/IMG_9920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx24dwOWb5I/AAAAAAAAASY/nrdENU7gR8M/s200/IMG_9920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx24dwOWb5I/AAAAAAAAASY/nrdENU7gR8M/s1600-h/IMG_9920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{number} 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was my grandmother's jewelry box given to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom gave this to me on my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we didn't have any heirlooms that were passed down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so she decided it would all start with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't wait for my daughter's daughter's daughter to use this to put her fave jewelry in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the right..... my favorite jewelry ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 2 rings that with a glance could make me &lt;em&gt;laugh and cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 2 rings that changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this heirloom i will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my engagement ring was made from the stones in my grandmothers engagement ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she told me she wanted me to have that ring when i found my "buddy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx26kvIYJCI/AAAAAAAAASg/bCrC3j7_gJE/s1600-h/IMG_9922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx26kvIYJCI/AAAAAAAAASg/bCrC3j7_gJE/s200/IMG_9922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx2679iHTFI/AAAAAAAAASo/MvAWPn_Uz80/s1600-h/IMG_9923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx2679iHTFI/AAAAAAAAASo/MvAWPn_Uz80/s200/IMG_9923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{number} two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the first drawings my godson/nephew drew for us in our new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;if you can't tell, he made some spiders and monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i guess that was obvious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;these now lay across my bright blue wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they're the best pieces of artwork we own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx27we5JcPI/AAAAAAAAASw/Z2C2OD4zDvQ/s1600-h/IMG_9964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx27we5JcPI/AAAAAAAAASw/Z2C2OD4zDvQ/s320/IMG_9964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{number} 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;love is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;one day ((soon)) me and rockstar husband will have matching love is tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;what better to remind me then one of my fave cartoons everytime i walk in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this flower was worn on one of my first re-dates with rockstar husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;these two items were the inspiration to my whole bathroom decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx3zD_be2iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VpY2HLSmU8I/s1600-h/IMG_9972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx3zD_be2iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VpY2HLSmU8I/s320/IMG_9972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{number} four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;work like you don't need the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;love like you've never been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sing like no one is listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dance like no one is watching. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is a good reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx3z6yeCNuI/AAAAAAAAATA/RJa5jsLFcCM/s1600-h/IMG_9931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx3z6yeCNuI/AAAAAAAAATA/RJa5jsLFcCM/s400/IMG_9931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx31F7chkqI/AAAAAAAAATI/jsobwDc6Nfw/s1600-h/IMG_9934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx31F7chkqI/AAAAAAAAATI/jsobwDc6Nfw/s200/IMG_9934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx31hiaB4sI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KI-55Hm07o8/s1600-h/IMG_9933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx31hiaB4sI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KI-55Hm07o8/s200/IMG_9933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{number} 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is my &lt;strong&gt;poprocks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the only colorless corner of my apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;there are framed cards from past birthdays and anniversaries and just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;between me and rockstar husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our wedding proof book by my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then some black &amp;amp; whites from our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;((my personal fave. rockstar husband being a rOCKsTAR!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then a frozen hot chocolate candle from my fave, Serendipity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx32qsZGYrI/AAAAAAAAATY/0sB-rJg5vUo/s1600-h/IMG_9926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx32qsZGYrI/AAAAAAAAATY/0sB-rJg5vUo/s400/IMG_9926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{number} 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my "i dont wanna grow up" corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with magic 8 ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;best friends book from by super best friend, jenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my lil pony ornament. (if only we could find a perfume to smell like her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;slinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh the places you'll go" (one of the readings @ our wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;monster tissue box. (yup this is strictly to look at)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&amp;amp;K!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i would have loved to show you a full picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;including my enormous mac and cute little craft area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but it's undergoing some construction rite now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx34g6EXwFI/AAAAAAAAATg/jK-TVrqOGTQ/s1600-h/IMG_9936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx34g6EXwFI/AAAAAAAAATg/jK-TVrqOGTQ/s200/IMG_9936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx345pdadRI/AAAAAAAAATo/JWQJ91gGeUg/s1600-h/IMG_9938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx345pdadRI/AAAAAAAAATo/JWQJ91gGeUg/s200/IMG_9938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{number} seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our matching skateboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;these were bought on our very spontaneous pre-wedding getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we needed a mini- vacay so we hopped in the car and drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;no plan. no hotel booked. no stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we decided on ocean city, md a few hours in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;found a hotel and had 3 days of fabulousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;including, but not limited to, buying rad new skateboards and skating on the boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(my mom just about had a heart attack the day we got back and were playing on our skateboards outside just a few weeks away from the wedding. i thought a hott pink would look awesome with my dress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and there it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a little bit of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i hope you loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i cant wait to read/see all about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carrie-travels.blogspot.com/"&gt;carrie*carrie goes to kilimanjaro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memeandlulu.blogspot.com/"&gt;meghan*me me &amp;amp; lu lu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daydreamsinlace.blogspot.com/"&gt;rebecca*daydreams in lace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andwhatabeautifulmess.blogspot.com/"&gt;donna*out with the old...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://samenewstory.blogspot.com/"&gt;jamie*same new story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://curlsandcoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;megara*curls and coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katvb.blogspot.com/"&gt;katrina*i love your way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tag you're it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1260238603344"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1260238603345"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131700017247169595-6574945952282989?l=poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/feeds/6574945952282989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131700017247169595&amp;postID=6574945952282989&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6574945952282989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131700017247169595/posts/default/6574945952282989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2009/12/kreativ-blogger-award-yay.html' title='kreativ blogger award. yay!'/><author><name>kateigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/SyBhRtIBSLI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJ21Ullwn4Y/S220/IMG_0025-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx24DFrHwmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FLn6vWK9nDQ/s72-c/IMG_9917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8634510142560688354</id><published>2009-12-07T08:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:32:22.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx0D19TrDKI/AAAAAAAAASI/fmmSE5lVcIY/s1600-h/pzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYilNBoOCSY/Sx0D19TrDKI/AAAAAAAAASI/fmmSE5lVcIY/s400/pzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While blog hopping, I came across &lt;a href="http://notesfromthetoothfairy.blogspot.com/"&gt;*Notes from the Toothfairy*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has this fun little project that her followers do the first Sunday of each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div styl
