<?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-7470243088163770198</id><updated>2011-12-31T10:19:27.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raised By Five Brothers......</title><subtitle type='html'>~No Wonder We Are Still Single ~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2896335155797644280</id><published>2011-12-31T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:52:52.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of My Brothers Are Big....... DORKS!!!!</title><content type='html'>My brothers love anything comic bookey (not a word I know) or old school cartoons I hear about it all the time. Don't get me wrong I don't mind I actually enjoy comic book movies and old school cartoons but there is something wrong when my 2 year old nephew corrects me. Here I'll explain: Beau is over at my house and he love loves Battan (Batman), Transformers, He-Man and Thundercats. His dad loves it, he doesn't have to fight with Beau to watch HIS cartoons. Anyways, back to the story, Beau walks around saying things like nana Battan and for some reason I said "Thundercats Power!!" which apparently is wrong and I know that but I couldn't remember what it actually was and Beau is 2!!! But being 2 doesn't mean that your not smarter than your aunt. He looks up at me with his little scowl (he has the best one I've see, even better than Crisco's hehe) and says with disgust "Thundercats HO". I will not be getting that wrong again. Needless to say he made ALL of my brothers proud that day and his aunt well she needs to brush up on her cartoons. Why am I telling you all this well my New Years Resolution is to not be outsmarted by a 2 year old.... Ya I know it probably wont last that long but no one's ever really does RIGHT???Just for Fun here is a couple pictures of my favorite little bugger..... This is him in my car, he didn't want to listen to my music he wanted to listen to "Beau Beau's music" I didn't have any of his so he said "No music" I said no and he covered his ears and sang his own song..... He sure does have a mind of his own.... Oh and notice the Battan shirt&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFq5birWmYg/Tv9KDXeJ3hI/AAAAAAAAASw/DUdhfQclAms/s1600/1012011322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFq5birWmYg/Tv9KDXeJ3hI/AAAAAAAAASw/DUdhfQclAms/s320/1012011322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We made a block house and he is being a cheeser....&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qXemg3vu9Q/Tv9JWQbrQ5I/AAAAAAAAASk/7ArCNwOvvnM/s1600/0824011055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qXemg3vu9Q/Tv9JWQbrQ5I/AAAAAAAAASk/7ArCNwOvvnM/s320/0824011055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! I hope you all have the best year yet and that you too can keep your New Year's Resolutions.... I'm not so hopeful but who knows maybe I can make it a whole year.....:~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2896335155797644280?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2896335155797644280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2896335155797644280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2896335155797644280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2896335155797644280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-of-my-brothers-are-big-dorks.html' title='All of My Brothers Are Big....... DORKS!!!!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFq5birWmYg/Tv9KDXeJ3hI/AAAAAAAAASw/DUdhfQclAms/s72-c/1012011322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-7180228910257629438</id><published>2011-02-04T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:43:21.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That</title><content type='html'>Wow its been eons!!! Sorry for the delay... You would think since I didn't have a full time job I'd be on here everyday but its funny how I find things to do so I don't have time to do anything really. Doesn't make sense to you, me either. So a quick update I work part time at a High School with the Resource department... not the dream job but it works for now. Crys went back to school...she's kind of a nerd (pst.. I didn't say that). She'll be done in no time. I don't really have anything important except funny things that come out of the mouth of a six year old.....and boy is she adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day me and Alaura (the six year old) were walking in Wal-Mart and she turned to me and said, "Aunt Char I don't know why you don't have a boyfriend you look cute EVERYDAY!" I said, "well thanks but I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then looked at me very seriously and said, "Are you doing your walk?"  Now for those of you that haven't heard my niece, she gives me some very good advice on how to catch a boy and this includes a walk where you wave and flip your hair and bat your eyelashes as the boys walk by. According to her this is how you get a boy to propose. Apparently they will by a ring after walking by three times. I know its genius. So I said "Yes" even though that may or may not be true... didn't feel like arguing with her.  She then said "Everyday?" with her little skeptical quizzical look of hers and her hands on her hips. I said, "well of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here comes the ringer she looks a me and says, "your a cute girl but maybe the boys are looking for a rockin' girl and you aren't a rockin' girl. I'm both so I would know."  Really I had no idea there was a difference but there is. You may at this point wonder what the difference is...don't worry she told me. "you need to learn to play the guitar, like take a class, that will get the boys or you could by some pink shoes and put glitter on them (apparently she knows shoes in my size don't come already glittered up) or you could by some cowgirl boots those are good. Oh and skinny jeans boys like skinny jeans!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned is that there is something wrong with society or me that my six year old niece is concerned about me not having a boyfriend and then feels the need to direct me on it... I think I love it. I'll tell you one thing I think I'm going to take up guitar lessons what do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-7180228910257629438?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7180228910257629438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=7180228910257629438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7180228910257629438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7180228910257629438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-that.html' title='This &amp; That'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2617488169460219806</id><published>2010-10-22T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:55:32.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Big Brother Josh....</title><content type='html'>This is my big brother Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/TMIiuJsr7gI/AAAAAAAAARc/o853AqLEeak/s1600/josh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/TMIiuJsr7gI/AAAAAAAAARc/o853AqLEeak/s320/josh.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531021468637064706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he is a super hero... shhhhhh don't let him know that he's not. I think he would cry. Other than saving lives and being the best big brother ever (well he's tied for first with Randy) Josh is a fantastic, awesome, Fantabulous, neat-o, wonderful &lt;strong&gt;Artist&lt;/strong&gt;. He set up his blog like a year ago but never put anything on it but finally he is doing his 31 DAYS OF AWESOME!!!!! To kick start everything so go here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://joshuatreeart.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see his amazing art skills and be sure to check it out everyday so you don't miss anything. Oh and you should probably tell your friends... ya he's that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2617488169460219806?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2617488169460219806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2617488169460219806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2617488169460219806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2617488169460219806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/meet-my-big-brother-josh.html' title='Meet My Big Brother Josh....'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/TMIiuJsr7gI/AAAAAAAAARc/o853AqLEeak/s72-c/josh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-7679810057829761157</id><published>2010-10-19T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:28:02.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hornado????</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know what a hornado is???  My mom says they are rampant in the Caribbean during Christmas time.  I just am not sure what she meant???? What do you think tornado because they have those in the caribbean or possible hurricane or is it something worse. Or do they happen in the bermuda triangle?? Just food for thought :~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-7679810057829761157?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7679810057829761157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=7679810057829761157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7679810057829761157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7679810057829761157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/hornado.html' title='Hornado????'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-7560527272297818918</id><published>2010-10-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:05:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much are you worth?????</title><content type='html'>I turned 28 yesterday! I am officially an old maid.  WoooHoooo!!!! Instead of putting old ladies on those cards they are going to plaster my face on them instead, coming to a store near you :~) You would think that that would make me sad especially since I cried last year on my birthday but interestingly enough I didn’t cry I had a great day, even though I had to go to the doctor.  You may ask why?  Don’t worry I did too but I have been thinking, I know scary.  I have thought about a persons worth.  I have been worried about the fact that I am not married, I have no kids but I always had work to show my worth or I thought that was how you determined how valuable you were to society.  Well I no longer have a job so worth has been a hard concept to swallow.  I thought I am going to be 28 and not married, no kids, no job, and now due to recent events no car. Where is my worth?  I didn’t know for awhile and I have been stuck in a rut trying to pull myself out and yesterday it hit me. Life is not about whether you have a job, how much money you have, or if your married and have kids. Don’t get me wrong I would like to find me a handsome husband and I definitely want kids but I am not worthless because I don’t have those things.  That is what the world wants to tell me. I am still a person with thoughts, feelings, emotions, and I still have something to offer.  I don’t need to have a label to be someone and I don’t need anyone to tell me what my worth is, I determine that… not you!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve realized my friends and family do not judge my worth based on those things. They love me for me. My family is amazing. And we may be loud and obnoxious, talk over each other, we may fight or should I say we do fight, we certainly yell, and there is always plenty of  rough housing but we love each other. I couldn’t tell you anyone I would rather spend time with than my family. They drive me absolutely crazy but life is never boring.  We like to hang out with each other and I see most of them more than once a week. Except Davin and Jordy there like the phantoms you never know when they are going to show up. Kind of wish they would show up more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have the best parents in the world. They would do anything for anyone. They would go without so you could have what you needed. I know that if I ever need anything my dad would be there even if it was one in the morning and he had to drive an hour to help you and an hour back just to make sure your okay.  I can talk to him about anything and know he will always try to help me with whatever. He lets me make my mistakes and helps me learn from them. My mom is the funniest woman on the face of the planet and even though she lives in an entirely different world she tries to understand yours and help you muddle through and find your way. If you have an ailment she is your woman. I can always call her and know she will have advice or at least a listening ear.  My parents have taught me to love everyone and be myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about the moments and the people you share them with.  It’s what you make it. It’s that simple. It’s playing games until your mom wins, its playing name that tune on long car rides, it’s laughing uncontrollably because someone said something completely wrong, its sitting around a bon fire making s’mores and telling stories, its my niece telling me she loves me randomly and that I make the best eggs in the world, its my nephew calling me car (cuz he can’t say my name yet) and saying happy to me all day because its my birthday, its their little giggles, its watching Jane Austin movies with Crys, discussing paranormal with Josh,  its talking to Randy and going to his Sunday dinners,  its Jordy calling me just to talk, its Davin calling me to tell me that he is letting me borrow his gun and telling me its not cuz he loves me or nuthin’ its cuz he doesn’t want me murdered because then he would have to hurt someone, its Cade calling me just to talk and  then he just sits on the phone and his little laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I’m trying to say is I have people in my life who love me for me and I may not have a job, money, car, a husband, or children but that is not who I am.  Those things don’t define me, I do. I don’t need the world telling me who I am and who I am not.  You define who you are. Quite letting others make those decisions because there is too much at stake.  Live your life and don’t miss out on the little things because when your standing before God on judgment day, you wont have any of those things all you will have is your heart and your memories. Make sure you have good memories and stitches in your heart to show you lived.  From now on I will live from moment to moment, good or bad because those are the things that make up who we are. Are you using your time wisely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-7560527272297818918?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7560527272297818918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=7560527272297818918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7560527272297818918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7560527272297818918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-much-are-you-worth.html' title='How much are you worth?????'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-5826679830766041649</id><published>2010-08-13T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:45:13.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for Davin</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile I lost my job and was in a car accident but hopefully I'll update this a bit more now. Instead of talking about the many crazy things that have been going on I thought I would share a poem I wrote for my brother Davin. He is a great guy but has some trials that are hard for many people to understand but maybe this poem will help. He is smart and funny and most of all I love him despite the fact he is a pain in my butt most days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in there&lt;br /&gt;The person I know resides&lt;br /&gt;There are glimpses, moments&lt;br /&gt;Where the real you shines&lt;br /&gt;The person you once were&lt;br /&gt;Isn't locked up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Other times I see&lt;br /&gt;A person who on the outside &lt;br /&gt;In every shape and design &lt;br /&gt;Looks like you to me&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside &lt;br /&gt;Isn't someone I recognize &lt;br /&gt;I see the pain, the anguish &lt;br /&gt;Take over your whole body&lt;br /&gt;Till you become the one &lt;br /&gt;The one I can't descry&lt;br /&gt;You spew hate, anger&lt;br /&gt;And horrible things&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to hurt, damage &lt;br /&gt;Anyone in your path &lt;br /&gt;Even the ones, the ones that care&lt;br /&gt;To make them feel &lt;br /&gt;The torture that flows &lt;br /&gt;Through your very soul &lt;br /&gt;In hopes that they just might&lt;br /&gt;Understand you, your agony &lt;br /&gt;That they will know &lt;br /&gt;The things that fill your mind&lt;br /&gt;The torment and hurt&lt;br /&gt;That are your constant abettors &lt;br /&gt;Things I can't possibly comprehend &lt;br /&gt;Then for a brief moment &lt;br /&gt;You come back to me&lt;br /&gt;In these tiny flashes &lt;br /&gt;That makes me smile &lt;br /&gt;They give a person courage &lt;br /&gt;To go the extra mile &lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish and pray&lt;br /&gt;Things were the same &lt;br /&gt;That we could go back&lt;br /&gt;That you could find yourself &lt;br /&gt;That it isn't too late&lt;br /&gt;But there is something&lt;br /&gt;Something I completely know &lt;br /&gt;That this hurt, this pain&lt;br /&gt;That you and I encounter&lt;br /&gt;Are worth it, in the very end &lt;br /&gt;One day, in a place not far away&lt;br /&gt;You will be you again&lt;br /&gt;Where all your worries &lt;br /&gt;and all my tears will dissipate &lt;br /&gt;Never to be seen again&lt;br /&gt;This is the hope I hold on to&lt;br /&gt;That we can be unbroken &lt;br /&gt;In a place I call Heaven &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte L. Bostwick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-5826679830766041649?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5826679830766041649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=5826679830766041649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/5826679830766041649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/5826679830766041649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/08/poem-for-davin.html' title='Poem for Davin'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-7426579626627857478</id><published>2010-02-17T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:04:12.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beers Equivalent....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I went bowling with some friends Friday night after a horrible date.... Horrible I tell you... bowling definately cheered me up :~) There was a group of people next to us and they were drinking and well one girl was a little more&lt;strong&gt; inebriated&lt;/strong&gt; than the rest and we had a conversation......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Girl: High Five&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks&lt;br /&gt;DG: You want some beer&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't drink but thanks&lt;br /&gt;DG: Do any of yous drink?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya one of my friends drinks&lt;br /&gt;DG: Well if your not all goin' to drink none of yous can drink?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm okay thats fine&lt;br /&gt;DG: So whats your equivalent&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh????&lt;br /&gt;DG: Like whats your equivalent to drinking, uhh you know?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Looking at this lady like she's CRAZY) ummm&lt;br /&gt;DG: Like no offense, I don't mean to be you know but is it like um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bible Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;ME: (Stifling laugh) no I would say it's probably &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diet Coke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DG: Uhhh (Blank Stare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........Then later that evening she proceeded to spill beer all over my shoes and purse. I guess I could be grateful it wasn't puke right?? She said she hated my friend because she is a &lt;strong&gt;skinny bitch&lt;/strong&gt; that doesn't have the love handles.... I bet that is why when this same friend went to the bathroom she bowled for her. That's what you get for being skinny. My other friend and I didn't know what to do so we let her bowl. The good news though is the drunk girl after hours of drinking was able to get my friend a spare :~)  I think I like living here at least there is never a dull moment right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-7426579626627857478?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7426579626627857478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=7426579626627857478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7426579626627857478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7426579626627857478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/beers-equivalent.html' title='Beers Equivalent....'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-3274585955703373513</id><published>2010-02-08T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:35:05.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have some Sour Cream with my Taco Salad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;So I have a stalker …. I know it’s weird.  It has nothing to do with the post per say but I wanted everyone to know. It’s creepy. I will blog about that later when I can upload photos….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyways, Saturday Crisco and I went to my cousin’s baby shower clear over in Draper. I don’t think I will ever live somewhere half as nice and I’m not sure I want to we had to drive forever up in to the mountains where your view is not obscured by other houses you just see the mountains and besides I think I would just want to rip something or draw on the walls or throw toys on the ground so that I would feel more at home.  After Crisco and I got done drooling over the Poshness of the home we sat and chatted a little, saw the baby’s room.  Way cute.  Then we had refreshments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;It was Taco Salad and well you can’t really go wrong with Taco Salad.  You know you have your chips, lettuce, salsa, ground beef, olives, and your Sour Cream.  I love Sour Cream! It makes everything taste better.  We assemble our plates and get some fruit to go with it and sit down to eat it. It was delish except I kept getting this blueberry taste and it was really pissing me off. Then I’d eat some more and BAM blueberry taste. I was really frustrated and the whole time I was like “what the hell is making my Taco Salad taste like damn BLUEBERRIES”. I was very upset but I finished my salad anyway. I DID NOT go back for seconds, threw away the plate.  We then proceeded to play a game and watch her open her presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; After the present opening, Crisco and I had a TRILLION other things to do that day so we left. As we sat in the car we discussed the shower, as girls do. We criticize everything like for instance: that raspberry brownie tasted like CRAP, that bedroom was way cute but if I were to have a little girl I would do this instead, those mints were DE-LISH, and so on. Then we got to discussing the salad and I said “That salad was good but something in it tasted like Blueberries and it was pissing me off”.   Crisco says “I think it was the Sour Cream, I put it on the side and it tasted like Blueberries so I quite eating it”.  Me, “Oh my heck it was fruit dip, for the FREAKING FRUIT! And I put it on my whole salad. No wonder it didn’t taste very good”.  Then we laughed until we cried :~)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; Just an FYI though and to make myself not sound so stupid I want to explain a few things #1. Crisco did it too, just not to the extent I did (Stupidity does love company). #2 They placed said fruit dip near the salsa and the olives NOT the Fruit (next time help a blonde girl out and put fruit dip near fruit and taco salad stuff near the taco salad… KAPEESH) #3. I am BLONDE need I say more :~)..... Yes I do #4 is I'm my Mother's Daughter and if you know my mom well you know what that means :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-3274585955703373513?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3274585955703373513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=3274585955703373513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/3274585955703373513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/3274585955703373513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-i-have-some-sour-cream-with-my-taco.html' title='Can I have some Sour Cream with my Taco Salad?'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2479183422259827853</id><published>2010-01-09T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:24:35.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics I Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here are some more pics from my trip I just found- Some of my stories from my blog before!  I can't believe how many times I have blogged! That is what I get for being bored at work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNzD3MMUI/AAAAAAAAARM/iY6tmfRRsLc/s1600-h/IMG_3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424882397005754690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNzD3MMUI/AAAAAAAAARM/iY6tmfRRsLc/s320/IMG_3682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The whole group got to go meet former President Moi- Fun but I had to drink the tea they provieded and let me tell you it was Nasty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNygvk3GI/AAAAAAAAARE/0b6w_iP0V3I/s1600-h/IMG_3669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424882387578575970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNygvk3GI/AAAAAAAAARE/0b6w_iP0V3I/s320/IMG_3669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teresa and Me- Everyone there and a few people here in America have asked if we are sisters. At first we would say no but now we just say yes cuz were sick of telling them NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNyBEOOtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/M5F_LFMzpXA/s1600-h/IMG_3666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424882379075238610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNyBEOOtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/M5F_LFMzpXA/s320/IMG_3666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A small group of us Rafikis painted the logo on the benches that the Rafikis group paid for and paid someone to put in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNa9_w8ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/86X2RuSuhMY/s1600-h/IMG_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424881983114244498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNa9_w8ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/86X2RuSuhMY/s320/IMG_3691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remember me telling you about my boyfriend and you saw his arm in the blog about Kenya- Well this is a pic you can see me and him together!  He said can you take a pic of me I said sure  but what he really meant was -want to take a pic with me in front by these pretty flowers!  I was set up no question about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNaRC_KgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/D5qB5-3quOo/s1600-h/IMG_3175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424881971048163842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNaRC_KgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/D5qB5-3quOo/s320/IMG_3175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here we are again!  My boyfriend who has a wife and a child already!  He was our Safari driver. This was taken at Baboon Cliffs where there are baboons running all over including the van driver!  I was down there getting my pic taken when he came over and asked to take one with me! I was shocked but what I really didn't know was this was the beginning of our relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2479183422259827853?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2479183422259827853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2479183422259827853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2479183422259827853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2479183422259827853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-pics-i-found.html' title='More Pics I Found'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0kNzD3MMUI/AAAAAAAAARM/iY6tmfRRsLc/s72-c/IMG_3682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2670419231934943330</id><published>2010-01-08T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:26:09.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art by Josh Bostwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For Christmas my bro, Josh drew an awesome Family tree for my mom. She was so excited when she opened it. Anywho I thought it was really great so I decided to blog about it. He does a lot of watercolors like this - As you can see he did each of us on a tree branch with things that are from our present life or from stories we remember!! I also got a present from him that was a watercolor of me in the "The Tole Machine" with Scooby doo because I love Scooby doo! So he can do individual or big- whatever the client wants. So if your intrested let me, Char, Josh know - There on the market!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504933700706898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e2fzeVolI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MLbgSss1Efo/s320/IMG_5732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is a pic of the other trees in background - family names- Heaton, Kerr(Mom's side) Riding, Bostwick(Dad's side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504927418370210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e2fcEgyKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mKXHZ2I0z8I/s320/IMG_5731.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504921799728338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e2fHI7HNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9KweO4CR7Uc/s320/IMG_5730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504604895898594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e2MqlKa-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/9PDdFARQGgw/s320/IMG_5729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Davin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504597832056994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e2MQRAwKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UtwAxbrSlGE/s320/IMG_5728.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504591595019794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e2L5B_HhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FhoFpFGnIrU/s320/IMG_5727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504276859942722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e15kjS90I/AAAAAAAAAP0/VCCl_b9qwAQ/s320/IMG_5726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424504263449581426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e14ymBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/XKWeMFLIkXo/s320/IMG_5725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424503340565097570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e1DElNbGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aSosNQDQ0-4/s320/IMG_5734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The whole picture with all of us- Our Family Tree! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let us know if you or family or friends want one-email- &lt;a href="mailto:crystalebostwick@hotmail.com"&gt;crystalebostwick@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He is a stay at home dad and had plenty of time to work on it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2670419231934943330?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2670419231934943330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2670419231934943330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2670419231934943330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2670419231934943330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-by-josh-bostwick.html' title='Art by Josh Bostwick'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/S0e2fzeVolI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MLbgSss1Efo/s72-c/IMG_5732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-5033728534323553191</id><published>2010-01-06T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:15:39.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Fat Greek.........  Walmart????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I know, I know I'm a lot of things but one of them is not Greek.  So why the reference well, I felt like I was transported into the movie the other day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I have been refinishing some old furniture so that I can feel like an adult and have matching furniture.  I don't know why I just feel like I need to or maybe it's because I'm not married and don't have kids and I'm restless like I need to make the world a better place but really who knows.  Anyways, I needed some white paint to refinish a dresser and a nightstand (pictures of the finished product still to come).  My friend Jess and I decided to go to Walmart and check and see if they had any cheap misfit white paint that I could get.  We found a quart of paint that was dented all to heck and had white paint all over it for $3.73 which is AMAZING because it would have cost me triple that to get one that wasn't deformed but hey I'm not picky not at all for $3.73.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The only problem was it didn't tell me what color of paint was on the inside and well I could have assumed that since it was covered in White paint it would have been White and I realize it was only $3.73 but I didn't want to take any chances.  We decided to see if the paint person would open it and let us see what color it was. It was such a simple task, just open it and let me look in but NO it apparently is not that simple for some people.  The lady was nice as she could be and you could tell she was Greek and she probably hadn't lived in America her whole life but she was slow.  She pulls her glasses off her head and puts them on and then she has to find the tool that opens the lid and I've already wasted more time than I wanted but it was $3.73, I couldn't pass that up so I waited.  She finally opens it and goes, "There's some oil on it and it's not just white I will shake it up to see the color"( Kay when she says things you have to think of the mother and aunt for My Big Fat Greek Wedding and when you read her lines that is the voice you should hear I am super serious.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;We wait and while we wait I decide to call Crisco, BIG MISTAKE, because she is working and needs her pimple medicine that they sell at Walmart but they were out and I had been to like a GAZILLION stores to find it and I needed to let her know that they didn't have it and see if she would call around to find it at a different store  so I could pick it up.  So, that was our conversation except Crisco didn't want to call around so I hung up.  Little did I know that the Greek lady had been eavesdropping and I think that is against the law somewhere or something. Either way if it's not against the law it's not very nice and it's even worse when you try to fix the problem.  So here is our conversation (that I can recall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek: "What kind of medicine are you trying to get?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: Look at Jess and then back to Greek lady "Ummm acne medicine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: Blank Stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: "You know like pimples, zits."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "OHHHH I see, have you tried Rite Aid, Walgreen's.  Walgreen's has everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Have them call it in and they will have it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: "Umm, it's an over the counter drug not a prescription drug."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "Oh well Walgreen's has everything you should check there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: "Okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "Is it big or small?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: Look at Jess going what the hell, "Is what big or small?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "Her zit is it Big or small?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: I look at Jess and she looks at me and it's like we both know this lady is crazy and I thoughtI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; don't know nor do I give a shit how big her zit is, "Umm it's small"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "My sister had one on her back once and you couldn't see it on the outside but it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;was deeeeep and the doctors had to go in and scrape it out. It was like this far in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;(lady points from her fingers to her elbow, might I add that is one big lady if it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;that far in just a side note)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: Disgusted and trying to not have a mental picture I say, "Really" trying to keep from looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;at her playing with my cell phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "You know that stuff that comes in a black Bottle called Hydro something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: "Hydrogen peroxide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "Yes that stuff cleans everything.  One time I had a rash/cut (I have no idea what it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;was I was trying not to pay attention) and I just poured it on it cleaned it right up. It fixes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: "Oh that's nice." Thinking the paint shaker is taking FOREVER, wish it would hurry up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "You should clean it for her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: I don't even have words to describe what was going through my head but it wasn't pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "She would love you forever. While she's sleeping just pour it in and it will bubble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;up all the infection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: Thinking you want me to clean Crisco, my sisters zits, I don't know what freaking planet you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;come from but not in  my world would I ever be caught cleaning that. Not only that but I'm sure Crisco would let me take care of her zits sure, NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Jess: Thinking are you kidding she won't even touch raw meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: "Ummmmmm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "Ya just clean it for her. I would do it for my sister. You know that Hydro stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;really works. It cleans everything out." As she is opening the paint to see what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;color it REALLY is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me and Jess: Blank Stares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "It's got an extra color in it it's not just white."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me: The paint is soooo white or white enough who cares it's $3.73 "Umm it will work I don't care it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;close enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Greek Lady: "Okay but you should go to Walgreen's they will have it I promise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Me and Jess: "Thanks so much have a great day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;We walked around the corner and started laughing so hard.  I felt like I was talking to the Aunt in MBFGW when she talks about the bibobsy and that she had an extra lump on her throat. Seriously this lady had to be the understudy for that part I'm not kidding.   I'm sorry but you can't make stuff up like that.  True story through and through.  It was the longest ten minutes of my life but I got a great story and White paint (with a little extra color in it) for $3.73.  Totally worth it!!!!  Not only that but Crisco gagged three time and told me to Shut up like four when I told her the story- now that is priceless :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-5033728534323553191?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5033728534323553191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=5033728534323553191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/5033728534323553191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/5033728534323553191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-big-fat-greek-walmart.html' title='My Big Fat Greek.........  Walmart????'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-818037997296462537</id><published>2010-01-01T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:16:17.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOAPSTONE FOR SALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;So on our way back from Africa we brought all this Soapstone. I thought it would be easy so I carried mine- I found new muscles I didn't know were there.  This is what we bring back to America to sell so Rafikis can raise money for the Orphanage! They are made by the orphans and come straight from Africa. They are still in the process of building the orphanage and is in need of more money.  100% of the proceeds go directly to building the orphanage! So these pictures are of what we have and brought back!  Take a gander and if there is anything you want or need a bigger picture to see let me know! I am so excited to sell so I can see the orphans get a new home!!  Email me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:crystalebostwick@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;crystalebostwick@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;.   Thanks for looking any questions let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421894020178263618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5v4oqKPkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7QjZQww-XrA/s200/IMG_5407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Soapstone Nativity- I have 3 -$30 each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5v4FMUyVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l-3-VcUuzRU/s1600-h/IMG_5406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421894010657884498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5v4FMUyVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/l-3-VcUuzRU/s200/IMG_5406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is a Kikoy- what women use as skirts over there- I have 1- $25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vWYhtxvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UKTElmrbDt8/s1600-h/IMG_5402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421893431732324082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vWYhtxvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UKTElmrbDt8/s200/IMG_5402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Shirt from Kenya- I have 1- $15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vV_nr9xI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CigChFk4no8/s1600-h/IMG_5401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421893425046484754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vV_nr9xI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CigChFk4no8/s200/IMG_5401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;This was made in the carpentry class of our Deaf students- I have 2- $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vVtxl2uI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0s7XBZUJ7ao/s1600-h/IMG_5399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421893420256189154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vVtxl2uI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0s7XBZUJ7ao/s200/IMG_5399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Purse from Africa- I have 1- $20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vVEKkl2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/TYT07ANGOn4/s1600-h/IMG_5397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421893409086674786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vVEKkl2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/TYT07ANGOn4/s200/IMG_5397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Keychains made from carpentry students at Deaf School- $3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vUyyupuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qphZxhPwPEg/s1600-h/IMG_5396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421893404423268066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5vUyyupuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qphZxhPwPEg/s200/IMG_5396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;This goes in a woman's hair with zebra on front and giraffe on the stick- I have 1- $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421892579019134306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5ukv7DFWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/12yBNfWAseA/s200/IMG_5394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;These are braclets- what we call Bangels $10 for 2 braclets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421892567353267938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5ukEdsFuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fHXJ_C9v-oc/s200/IMG_5391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Soapstone Stars- Come in Pink and white- That is the natural color for soapstone- $2 each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421892563889032946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5uj3jwDvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/K5VifjWZNPU/s200/IMG_5389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cute Soapstone heart boxes- $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421892557222938450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5ujeubh1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/mpwT3LY4A2U/s200/IMG_5385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Soapstone bowls- I love these! - I have 4 left- $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421892548288336258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5ui9cQUYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/bd_C-ik8brA/s200/IMG_5378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Big Standing Hippo- These are so cute!- Not sure how many I have left that stand- $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421891734112517602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5tzkZnPeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eQmvSFNYb5M/s200/IMG_5381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Small Kenya Box- Shaped like Africa but the Key to Africa is Kenya ! To see how it works see pic below- I have 1 with the animal -$20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421891729630702242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5tzTtEKqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KFM7PmlJuWw/s200/IMG_5376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Big Kenya Box- The key is Kenya - I have 1- $25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421891726596644898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5tzIZsICI/AAAAAAAAANs/5MfwD7wS_o0/s200/IMG_5375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is how it looks closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421891718486758274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5tyqMJE4I/AAAAAAAAANk/f63jqosQv7w/s200/IMG_5373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Black Mamba Snake Box- So fun the snake jumps out when you open the lid!- Don't know how many is left -$5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421891708202387058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5tyD4KBnI/AAAAAAAAANc/-ewrGq24hoE/s200/IMG_5370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Little Hippos- Even cutter!- Red and Orange- $3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421890859822177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5tArajXBI/AAAAAAAAANU/bViALdjKhvQ/s200/IMG_5369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Turtles in Red or Orange- $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421890854162468978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5tAWVLEHI/AAAAAAAAANM/08TiQe3qEQU/s200/IMG_5366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Big Flat Hippos- in Pink Red or Brown- $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421890844171066482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5s_xHCXHI/AAAAAAAAANE/8i-6LFvOkh0/s200/IMG_5364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Front view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421890841787751042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5s_oOz2oI/AAAAAAAAAM8/MLRkjpWxHNU/s200/IMG_5362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Small Giraffe- I have 1- $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421890833592125730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5s_Js0iSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-tukOfcVhds/s200/IMG_5360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Christmas tree ornament- $3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421889991351526082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5sOIHA4sI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KoCaJ40D_FM/s200/IMG_5359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Christmas tree ornament- $3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421889985604072834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5sNysttYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gilUIpb-yPQ/s200/IMG_5358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Christmas tree ornament- $3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421889979426685922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5sNbr6Q-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/deSviyqqVCI/s200/IMG_5357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hearts- $10- Good presnt for Valentines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421889975388273298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5sNMpE-pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pqva4jxRX08/s200/IMG_5355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;I use mine as a necklace!- $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421889967574090306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5sMviCAkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/z0hMgADBCgo/s200/IMG_5352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Angels- Don't know how many I have left- $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421888975629429714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5rTAP_q9I/AAAAAAAAAME/RQPBVHMgvE0/s200/IMG_5348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Rhino- I have 1 $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421888974386629538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5rS7nsC6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/NOHcAYw0-gI/s200/IMG_5347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mother &amp;amp; child- $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421888965181099938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5rSZU6z6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/6tW14_e46XM/s200/IMG_5345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mother &amp;amp; Child- $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421888959759614722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sz5rSFIVgwI/AAAAAAAAALs/Eas_2Tjfde4/s200/IMG_5342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Candlesticks- I have many colors- $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421888950233495698" style="DISPLAY: block; 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What a BLAST!!!!! For those of you who don't know I went to Kenya(that's in Africa) for about 3 weeks!! My plane left July 14, 2009 @ 1pm. I was so nervous because this was my first plane ride ever- yes I was a plane virgin!! I flew to Chicago where I had to hurry to my next plane which was leaving for London, England. There I had a 12 hour layover so me and the lady I was traveling with left the airport and got to see Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, St. Margaret's Church, The Royal Band marching down the street, the busy streets and how rude some of the English are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420466011222090418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzldHkv4orI/AAAAAAAAALU/936SsLD8vqU/s200/england+chairs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These were chairs we sat in taking a break and a man came over and said we had to pay to sit there - OF COURSE we did cuz we already had our shoes off. We had approximately 2 hours to be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420422105818717714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Szk1L8X_3hI/AAAAAAAAAJE/J2SA6Yrd82A/s200/london1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;St. Margaret's Church- We couldn't go and see the big part cuz I had to pay and we didn't have much English money so we went in the part that was free!! SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420466678728191826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzldubZvb1I/AAAAAAAAALc/zW4d_zedtYo/s200/london.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Buckingham Palace from a distance. There were many tourists there this is the good one with no people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420422097914745154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Szk1Le7i0UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iuxHPHlvCBU/s200/big+ben.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Big Ben- so much fun to see and the guards standing at the gates were also fun as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After London we got back on a flight at 8pm and headed for Kenya, Nairobi where we arrived bright and early at 6am but it was beautiful from the air. Fred(from Kenya) and Teresa(married to Fred) were waiting for us at the airport!! Me and the other lady were missing one suitcase- lucky me it was the one with all my clothes- girly needs- shower needs and so on!! We got them a day late which was fine except Me, Teresa, Fred and AK were off to Mombasa the next day! We stayed at Fred's parents house and got to meet the family- who are pretty great! Let me tell you though the driving there is crazy - I felt like I was driving with my dad and or brothers but this was a whole different story. Making up lanes, rear to rear, and I thought I was going to get Black lung by all the Black exhaust coming from these non-emission inspected cars, trucks, semis and Tuk Tuks and the burning garbage everywhere. Plus all the people running in front of cars because there is no crosswalks- Jay Walking is legal! Even on the highways. There was also people who tried to sell stuff while the cars were stopped. It sometimes gets so bad that they steal things off the cars. Fred's mom got her headlights taken while she was in the traffic jam! I didn't notice I was white until Fred asked if I was uncomfortable- then I notice how much they were staring at me- it is like they have never seen the sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The next day Fred's dad dropped us off in the middle of the street to catch the bus. Fred told us it was only 4 hours but come to find out 4 hours was the intermission where we could go pee in a hole if we wanted to!! Lucky us! It was really 8 hours! We did get to see some elephants from afar and zebras, baboons, wild dogs and such! We made it to Mombasa and it was raining so we caught a taxi to our Hotel which also was called a Restaurant and Restaurant's were called Hotels didn't know what we were getting in to- but ours had a pool and I was happy for that I hate HUMIDITY!!! What an awful thing I was so glad to go back to Nairobi to have dry air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anywho we went to Fort Jesus, Rugby game(that was fun to watch), the Ferry ride, a little bit of shopping, Played in the Indian Ocean(my first time seeing an ocean-yes I was a ocean virgin as well), Ride a camel- that was an experience, we went clubbing(my first time) it was so much fun and everyone was sweating like a pig I also got my first ever phone number from a guy who looked like he belonged in Jamaica and was high- he also gave me his necklace and told me that we were put in each others lives by God- It truly was FATE!! and then we took the 15 hour train ride back to Nairobi which was awesome we saw so many animals and the people we got to say hello to and we got to see the place called the "Slums" which was awful but the people were awesome. The train went from 7pm to 10:30am . I was lucky to be able to come a week ahead of our group to play before we cracked down and got to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420460389240953794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlYAVPIW8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/QGWbsrMOdsw/s320/rugby+game.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rugby Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462688122970338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlaGJPUIOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VC9zgbGNmDU/s320/fort+jesus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fort Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420460403196867554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlYBJOes-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f_uVSlHxO34/s320/boats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boats on the Indian Ocean where we swam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When back in Nairobi I finally got my bag and was able to take a wonderful HOT shower!! It was like Christmas- really I am so serious I was so excited! I got to meet many wonderful people, friends of Fred's and his families. We went to the Giraffe park- my first time being tongued by anything, animal orphanage, a day with Fred's Friends and nights with his family!!! Then our group Rafikis flew in and we meet them at the airport- it was about 1am in the morning when they finally landed and got their luggage. All together there was 11 of us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420460390436878642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlYAZsQuTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XDqCCEl4YrU/s320/giraffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me and the Giraffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The next morning we set off for Nakuru a 2 hour drive north- very beautiful scenic route! When we arrived we checked in to our hotel and met all the wonderful staff - got dressed in our school outfits(skirts) and headed to meet the students! We had to walk about 1 mile from our hotel to the school! When we walked in a rush of students at our feet, warm smiles, shaking of many hand from the little ones to the teachers! It was great going everyday to be with them- it was fun teaching them how to dance, help them write letters, playing soccer and other sports!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyday we got there we split for our duties and then around 10 am it was Tea Time where all of the students, staff and visitors gathered together to drink tea and have biscits(like Graham Crakers here) For us Mormons we went to the store the next day and bought us some Cadbury Drinking Chocolate-(hot chocolate) Then at noon it was lunch and we paid for ours so it was rude not to eat it. We had a lot of cabbage, and beans mixed with other stuff I didn't ask what it was, and oranges with really big seeds! After that the whole afternoon was to play with the students- it was kind of like finals at the school so testing in the morning and break in the afternoon-Really it was the teachers knowing the white people were here so they didn't have to watch the children. I didn't see half the teachers til the awards get together the second to last day- kind of sad! Not a fan of the teachers over there, don't think there all bad but most of them were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A group of us(the 1st timers) got to go take a look at the old orphanage. Which was awful. And one Saturday all of us went to help build on the newer orphanage which is much nicer! The 1st timers also got to go visit the Nakuru Hospital where we donated a lot of items and got a tour and we were told we can not cry if we go visit. I was really good because I was interpreting for a Hard of Hearing lady that came with us on the trip, so I held my tears back for the whole time but after we left I cried so much because it was heartbreaking to see. I was so glad my nephew was born her and not there! The final big trip was Sunday we went to the Nakuru National Park( Safari) there was a lot of awesome animals- I am determined now to get to the Great Migration. On that Safari- my boyfriend, who was the van driver, asked me out. He has a wife and kid- I did consider- but I knew it was a no, no. My first time being asked out by a married man with a child. I had a very good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462703559395650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlaHCvpSUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_KOh9Ds1q48/s320/twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just Born Twins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462692241869746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlaGYlVi7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KW_C-siYKcw/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New born baby @ the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462702759686866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlaG_w-stI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-51FpEPf9oM/s320/working.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rafikis just getting done with a long day work at the new Orphanage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420464238505632722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlbgY3WI9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/L9vy_YviZMM/s320/new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The new Orphanage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420464230198073890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Szlbf56q2iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/G7GTXxkJpZk/s320/orphans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some of the orphans at the old orphanage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420464213023019490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Szlbe570UeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/IqUNOyHFGaM/s320/bathrooms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bathrooms @ old orphanage (that is my boyfriends arm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Midnight flight out of Kenya and we were on our 36 hour flight back to Utah. Arrived at the airport with my family there to greet me and had me a tall glass of ICE water that I missed so much. This was an eye opening experience I won't forget and I hope to go in 2012 again because I already miss the students! I had many firsts on this trip, more exposed than when I left. Good and Bad but had fun doing it!!! Any Questions let me know!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420460399718793314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlYA8RPgGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/K-hBeQs-Hvs/s320/ngala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of the girls students!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420464225769776482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Szlbfpa4ZWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aB37FtgDJMM/s320/pick+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;McCall and me and our boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420460396699787346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlYAxBdIFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aMKnh4dhIzY/s320/geffory.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of my favorite students showing me his bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462712364072626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlaHji1_rI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XsWbdGGrOmY/s320/school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last day there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420464241152540690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlbgiuawBI/AAAAAAAAALE/gW2tdBk4y9I/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afternoon playing time- I LOVE YOU signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420465275353670386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzlccvbLovI/AAAAAAAAALM/o5AurWUX3OA/s320/kisses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of my favortie pics- taught them how to do kissy face- one of the boys even jumped in!!!!!!&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/7470243088163770198-8181197576438081164?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8181197576438081164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=8181197576438081164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8181197576438081164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8181197576438081164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/12/kenya.html' title='Kenya'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SzldHkv4orI/AAAAAAAAALU/936SsLD8vqU/s72-c/england+chairs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-3780206643303282889</id><published>2009-10-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:03:02.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Women Stay Single!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I have a couple videos to share with you!! Thought you would enjoy them I did...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(70, 70, 70); white-space: pre; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1529590/why_women_stay_single.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="Metacafe_1529590"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1529590/why_women_stay_single/"&gt;Why Women Stay Single&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Celebrity bloopers here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;color:#464646;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The next one is my favorite for sure :~) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Thanks Friend :~) Not sure why she never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; called back he sounds like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;COMPLETE CATCH&lt;/span&gt;!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUtg4zRr540&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUtg4zRr540&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Just for all you guys if we don't call back it's because our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; mother has cancer, we were abused as children, or we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;have an anxiety disorder and it has absolutely nothing to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;the withthe fact we may not want to go out with you.  Or do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; you think that's a little passive/aggressive :~) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;Now will everyone leave me alone about getting married &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;I have proof of what's out there so quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;bugging me.and Crisco ..... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;THANKS!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(70, 70, 70);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/46726/why_women_stay_single.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="Metacafe_46726"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/46726/why_women_stay_single/"&gt;Why Women Stay Single?&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;More free videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#464646;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;One more for good measure :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7470243088163770198-3780206643303282889?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3780206643303282889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=3780206643303282889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/3780206643303282889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/3780206643303282889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-women-stay-single.html' title='Why Women Stay Single!!!!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-5195521196225475785</id><published>2009-10-01T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:29:42.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorced From Soda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;YES I am divorced it's true~ from soda. Due to life I no longer drink pop it's kind of (really) depressing. I miss my Diet Dr. Pepper EVERYDAY somedays its worse and I just want to drink it all day long (damn 23 flavors taunting me with all your deliciousness). But sometimes you have to seperate yourself from something you love...... :~( I know it's for the better (**sniff sniff**) I think I might cry...... These explain my feelings.... Now where's my box of tissue........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;We are separated once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;It's not my fault, No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;You had me hooked on false pretenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Your really not a Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Oh how you had me fooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;All you do is cause me pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;But deep down inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I love you still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Secretly I wish that you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Could become friends once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;and another.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Diet Dr. Pepper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;We use to be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Now were bitter Enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;To the very end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;It was not I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;That wanted it so, No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Oh how my lips long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;To touch your sweet can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;To have your succulent nectar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Satisfy me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;But no it will never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;You have waged your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;War against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Now I sit and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;At your beautiful can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Holding on to the past and what we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;~Charlotte~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;THE END.......&lt;/span&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/7470243088163770198-5195521196225475785?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5195521196225475785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=5195521196225475785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/5195521196225475785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/5195521196225475785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/10/effects-of-diet-dr-pepper-and-charlotte.html' title='Divorced From Soda'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-4863849179733149804</id><published>2009-08-03T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:31:07.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness comes with a Button Nose!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I told you I would have more for you... I've had lots of time to hang out with this little handsome man and I think I'm in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;He is the cutest thing ever and he snuggles YEAH!!! Alaura doesn't so this is exciting news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365785872282361442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncZ0lozHmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SdsFjpkZWyY/s320/DSCN0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;First things first Josh thinks he has the same nose I do so we did some comparing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365792286471019442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sncfp8Wi27I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KIM-sdqLBW0/s200/DSCN0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;And More Comparing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365787444384630882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncbQGLMCGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/o8XRrWdDfXg/s200/DSCN0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365787676593850114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncbdnOLhwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-pWKF7ItGt4/s200/DSCN0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;What do you think does he have my nose??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Secondly I let little Miss Alaura take some pictures and I tell you what I think she has a future in photography look at all the unique images she was able to capture. Get ready to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;DAZZLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncceIOJiwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YPignAiIceM/s1600-h/DSCN0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365788784963717890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncceIOJiwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YPignAiIceM/s200/DSCN0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Snccd5tD-GI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CO_EuEW_Dxs/s1600-h/DSCN0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365788781066844258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Snccd5tD-GI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CO_EuEW_Dxs/s200/DSCN0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Snccecq0xGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PmXcKyyemFo/s1600-h/DSCN0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365788790452700258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Snccecq0xGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PmXcKyyemFo/s200/DSCN0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Poor child isn't going to have any personality look how boring his dad and grandparents are..... how sad :~(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sncde8h4oiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sOSuXClgfDc/s1600-h/DSCN0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365789898516767266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sncde8h4oiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sOSuXClgfDc/s200/DSCN0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sncdeb5xiNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Yxn89ahiM1o/s1600-h/DSCN0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365789889758595282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Sncdeb5xiNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Yxn89ahiM1o/s200/DSCN0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncdeGoi4XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BpgyQQpON_M/s1600-h/DSCN0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365789884049187186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncdeGoi4XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BpgyQQpON_M/s200/DSCN0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;He will have a hard time figuring out Grammy though because sometimes she looks like Popeye the Sailor Man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;ToOt ToOt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;and sometimes she looks normal... Oh and we have Uncle Randy showing off his mad wheelchair skills. I think I should let Alaura take pics more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Snce084K4BI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aKWS6ccdFEQ/s1600-h/DSCN0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365791376078987282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Snce084K4BI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aKWS6ccdFEQ/s200/DSCN0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Snce0pPDw5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/2J7AejUQuGk/s1600-h/DSCN0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365791370806281106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/Snce0pPDw5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/2J7AejUQuGk/s200/DSCN0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365790931370278546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncebENWfpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UqSECfb1los/s200/DSCN0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;nd where would any self respecting photographer/artist be without some self portraits so I have included some of Alauras for your viewing pleasure. I know she is like a little Monet with a camera.... Now hold your horses she is to young to book photoshoots right now but you wait a couple years and this little sweetie will be on her way.... So come back when she is a little older and will talk.... Seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-4863849179733149804?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4863849179733149804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=4863849179733149804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/4863849179733149804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/4863849179733149804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness-comes-with-button-nose.html' title='Happiness comes with a Button Nose!!!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SncZ0lozHmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SdsFjpkZWyY/s72-c/DSCN0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2942314086147194869</id><published>2009-07-30T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:31:44.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Beau!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I got to hold this sweet face last night :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SnIXeVGnKSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RuCdwn4FJzY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364375915980073250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SnIXeVGnKSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RuCdwn4FJzY/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;And I get to Hold him AGAIN tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't you just want to squeeze his cute little cheeks :~)  I'm one lucky Aunt that is for sure.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;More later on this handsome little man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2942314086147194869?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2942314086147194869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2942314086147194869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2942314086147194869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2942314086147194869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-beau.html' title='Baby Beau!!!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SnIXeVGnKSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RuCdwn4FJzY/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-3196287144645560598</id><published>2009-07-28T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:32:10.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa &amp; Other Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;It's about time I update this since there is lots going on.  First is I am an aunt again YEAH!!!!!! Little Beau was born last night by c-section.  He is the cutest little nephew ever and I mean it.... I'm not biast at all not one bit :~)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;I am totally loving Crisco being gone.... well I only miss her a little bit but she is having tons of fun in Africa.  She has been gone since the 14th of this month and is loving it I will post a couple of her emails to us about her time there.  I know its short but thats I think so read Crisco's emails NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;This first one was sent the 20th of July:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;It's me again. I finally got to a computer where I could type fast and the shift key works.  In Nairobi I am at a place called The Village Market.  It is for the white people i guess it is more taken care of than anywhere I have been so far.  So one thing I have missed so far is American Toliets.  I don't know whats out here but I don't like.   It has been a blast so far. When in Mombasa we went to Fort Jesus,  the Indian Ocean, a Rugby game and then Fred took us to a club. Guess what I got my first phone number he also gave me a necklace-  I think he was high but who knows it was fun- more details when I get home.  On our way back to Nairobi we road the train and I got to see zebras, giraffees, wild beasts, ostrich(sorry not spelled right) The funnest part of the train though was standing by the window and waving to the people and seeing their smiles.  There are so many cute kids and babies!!  But what an eye opener!!  I made my first shopping purchase in Mombasa and I got to see where the docked the ship that was taken over by the pirates.   Today in Nairobi we got to see the giraffee park and a giraffee ate out of my hand and then I got dared to have the food on my lips and the giraffe ate it. It had a very rough tounge.  First time I have been tounged as well.  Many Firsts!! And still going.  I finally got my suitecase today and it was like Christmas.  These computers don't let me put pics on so when I get home were going to have a picture party. Tons of love and I'll write soon!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;The last one was sent on the 26th of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;hey again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;we made it to Nakuru and went and visited the school for the Deaf yesterday and i just fell in love with all the students!  they thought is was cool for me to take pics and then show them what they looked like. everyone was saying picture me picture me- they wanted me to take their picture.  when i got there i have never been greeted with so many hugs and handshakes!! and smiles -  they were showing us everything and i had six friends holding on to my hands arms and skirt-  i love it already and having fun- today is the day we have to eat one meal with them and i am not looking forward to it!  struggling with the food a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;other than that I AM having a blast and love it here!!  tons of love and ill write soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Crystale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Those emails are completly Crisco always being trailed by a bunch of kids like the Pied Piper of children.  Anyways hope you enjoy hearing about her travels.  Oh I remember I have another story for you. I love my new apartment but lucky me got locked in the other day.  What adventures we have in life :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7470243088163770198-3196287144645560598?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3196287144645560598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=3196287144645560598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/3196287144645560598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/3196287144645560598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/07/africa-other-randomness.html' title='Africa &amp; Other Randomness'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-4984074210373280470</id><published>2009-06-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:32:25.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When the Lights Go Out????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Well it's not what you think. There was no handsome man with impecible pectorial muscles or a six pack trying to seduce me in my living room. I know I know you're all hoping for some Harlequin Romance Novel love scene to be portrayed here on my blog but alas that is not the case. That only happens in my dreams.... oops well... er um maybe that is a little TMI but hey I'm single let a girl have her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Anyways, back to the topic at hand so what happens when the lights go out...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;a Panty FIASCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;. It all happened last week when a pole caught fire near my new upgraded fabulous apartment with a dishwasher (I haven't had one for two years I never knew how much I would miss it, I will never ever live without one again). I just moved in like four days before the said power outage and had not hooked up my washing machine yet. BIG MISTAKE because I only had three pair of panties due to the fact that my mother helped me pack. She hid them pretty well so I had not been able to locate my um other stash of panties. I was also wearing the last of the three pair I had so I was in a real bad bind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;My dad was nice enough to come over and take me to get a hamburger since I was unable to cook anything and no one and I mean no one really wants to eat a raw hotdog and uncooked ramon noodles for dinner no matter how hungry you are. Afterwards I thought since he was there I would have him hook up my washing machine since my friend/upstairs neighbor told me the power would be on at 8pm. I thought it would work out great the power would come on and I could you know wash the panties and everything would work out. Yeah Right! Where's my Fairy Godmother when I need her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Oh wait I don't have one so when 8pm rolled around I went to the kitchen to turn on my lights praying ferverntly that they would come on while crossing my fingers and I flipped the switch, then :~( Nothing, no power I started to get very worried. What a crappy serious of events. For the next two hours at 15 minute intervals I would jump up and go to the light switch praying that they would come on just to be let down each and every single time. Not only that I was walking around a pitch black apartment with my cell phone as a flashlight trying not to trip over the boxes scattered about my house. Of course that ran my battery down on my cell phone and I needed it for my alarm. As the night went on and it got darker I got a little worried and I decided that since I can't do anything that I should go to bed and preserve my cell phone battery but I still had no panties to wear the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I ran through a list of possible options which were: wear the same ones um NO, turn them inside out and wear them again tomorrow um NO, Go Comando um ya that was a No too. Well lets just say they weren't really options for me they were all just things my brothers would do ewwww gross. That left me with only one possible solution to my dilema well you guessed it. That is why at 10:30 at night in a pitch black house with my cell phone propped behind the sink casting a creepy glow over everything I was washing my panties in scolding hot water cursing everything under the sun just so I have a clean pair to wear to work the next day. GRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I hung them up to dry, plugged in my cell phone, and went to bed praying that one my phone wouldn't die before my alarm woke me up, two my panties would dry, and three that the power would come on before I woke up. I was hoping for a miracle. Again I don't have a Fairy Godmother so of course it didn't all work out but the power came on and my alarm clock woke me up. BUT my panties did not dry. Can I tell you how annoying it is to go to all that work for them not to dry and that Yes I did have to blow dry my panties that morning as I was trying to get to work. I feel like the world hates me. It does it really does! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-4984074210373280470?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4984074210373280470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=4984074210373280470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/4984074210373280470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/4984074210373280470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happens-when-lights-go-out.html' title='What Happens When the Lights Go Out????'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-8331358157727316503</id><published>2009-05-23T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:52:31.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Brent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today I just wanted to remember someone I love dearly, My Uncle Brent. One year ago he passed away and I just want everyone to know what a great guy he was and how much he is missed. He always had a funny joke to tell me and when he couldn't get my mom on the phone he would call me and he always made it seem like he had just called to talk to me. He would ask about how I was and we would laugh and joke around. He would remember everything we talked about and when he called again would ask for updates. I knew he loved me. He would always pull out his dentures and say "Give me kisss" teasingly. He wasn't like you and me but he was such a joy to be around. So for my Uncle Brent I wrote a poem and I wanted to share it with you so you know what an impact he had on me. Also, that it's not the end and someday I will see him again in Heaven and get to joke around and hear his raspy laugh :~) Till then I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Brent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;He made me smile&lt;br /&gt;With all his dirty jokes&lt;br /&gt;And his caring spirit&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t like you and I&lt;br /&gt;He was special&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone understood&lt;br /&gt;That’s why he left&lt;br /&gt;Way too soon if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;He just wanted to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Is that so much to ask&lt;br /&gt;I loved him just the way he was&lt;br /&gt;Problems and all&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t change him not one bit&lt;br /&gt;He was such a joy&lt;br /&gt;Those who didn’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Or care to try&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on an opportunity&lt;br /&gt;To be loved by the greatest guy&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s in heaven where he belongs&lt;br /&gt;Watching over all of us&lt;br /&gt;Learning and growing&lt;br /&gt;Becoming an even greater man&lt;br /&gt;I will miss his love and his raspy laughter&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will see him again&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he knows how much he is missed&lt;br /&gt;Love you always Uncle Brent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Charlotte L. Bostwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/7470243088163770198-8331358157727316503?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8331358157727316503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=8331358157727316503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8331358157727316503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8331358157727316503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncle-brent.html' title='Uncle Brent'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-6571968729364365455</id><published>2009-04-15T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:32:46.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;So I am suppose to be working but I decided I would take a break and checkup on the news, I like to stay informed. While watching the news I came across this article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30226936"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30226936&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt; about a 47 year old Scottish woman who has never been kissed (I just have to say way to go :~) but I hope she gets to do that soon. She has taken care of her mother for awhile. Her mom died two years ago and so she went on the show Britian's Got Talent for her mom and I felt after watching it that I had to share it. She is absolutely amazing I was so impressed :~) but what I wanted to stress is that no matter what people look like and no matter how they dress they are people and we should love everyone no matter what. This woman has an amazing voice but she was judged based on her looks, they thought she wasn't going to do well but how quickly that changed when she started singing. So watch it and you will be amazed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt; (sorry they wont let me put the video on her so you have to go to youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also made me think. As I go about my business from day to day I wonder why we as humans forget that others humans are like us they have feelings, emotions there people just like you and me. For some weird reason we treat them as objects in our way, we are all very selfish sometimes. I do it to sometimes don't get me wrong I have to stop and go whoa that wasn't right but I try to remember when I walk by someone or come in contact with people that they are just like me, just trying to make it and should be treated as I would want to be treated. I also like to remember just like this Scottish woman if you never get to know them you never know how they could change your life or you theirs or what amazing talents they have hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry now I will quit being so preachy I know but I couldn't help it. Next post should be a little funnier I promise :~) Also I just have to say how amazing this Susan Boyle is and she is an inspiration to me cuz it shows no matter how old you are you can make your dreams come true :~) and that makes me very very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-6571968729364365455?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6571968729364365455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=6571968729364365455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/6571968729364365455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/6571968729364365455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html' title='DREAMS......'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-8091745202184652088</id><published>2009-03-05T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:33:00.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We Surround Them"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;This will be a quick post. I listen to Glen Beck every so often and he has this great thing called "We Surround Them" you should go to http://glenbeck.com/ and check it out. Check back often because he will go over each of the nine things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-8091745202184652088?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8091745202184652088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=8091745202184652088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8091745202184652088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8091745202184652088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-surround-them.html' title='&quot;We Surround Them&quot;'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-7379938137594947927</id><published>2009-02-27T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:24:15.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when the Economy goes???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the Economy the way it is people are trying to cut costs at every turn most the time it's a bad thing but in the instance of this Denny's Commercial I think it turned out Fabulously. I found it the other night while watching American Idol, yes I watch it and yes I'll admit it maybe you should too, anyways we were watching and this commercial came on that I think everyone needs to see. I think it's the greatest commercial ever..... So please watch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AlSmQYKhrF8&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you think that it's the most amazing commercial ever. I DO........... I'm a glass half full girl so despite the Economy at least the commercials are getting better and even more creative....... I think it's a trend we should keep.....I love the Denny's, you might think that's white trashish but I don't, and now I think I will go more often. The commercial worked!!!! The only problem is now I sing "You can call me the Nannerpuss, nannerpuss..." in my low man voice all the time. So watch at your own risk you might start singing it to.. Who knows it might be the next big craze... Nannerpuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-7379938137594947927?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/7379938137594947927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=7379938137594947927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7379938137594947927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/7379938137594947927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-happens-when-economy-goes.html' title='What happens when the Economy goes???'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-289329472060488826</id><published>2009-02-22T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:33:34.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We all Have Crystalesyndrome.... UGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;So you know Crystale has a disconnection loose between her brain and well the rest of her but I have to say after this week she has rubbed off on us all. I mean I don't know what happened but we all caught her disease. Davin, Jordon, and I all did something along the disconnection line... Crystale is going to have to move soon otherwise I'm gonna end up talking like her. Don't tell her but that scares me lol......  Well I thought I would tell you one story about Crystale first to start this post off.  She asked me the other day for a phone number, it was an 800 number. I got it for her and she started dialing and then stopped, looked at me and said "Is eight hundred 8-0-0". I said duh and laughed and laughed it was like on The Little Rascals where the little kids go "What's the number for 9-1-1" it cracked me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Then Davin was visiting me at my house and we were talking about pixie my chiuhua who lives with the parents. Anyways, she kinda poops in there house and this is just absolutely wrong in Davin's eyes and he says with conviction "No matter how many times I rub her face in her nose, dangit". How embarrasing is that???? Crystale just beams, it think she finally got her voodoo magic to work. Remind me to go rummage through her room later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;My mom called me later in the week and told me that Crisco, Ashlee, and My mom were all talking about periods in front of my 13 year old brother Cade (I know we are weird but again we have to deal with boys all the time this is sooooo fair).  Cade pipes up, by the way I think this is dumb but boys are, and asks what a period is. Jordon then says to him "Well then you should have watched the menustration video."  Jordy meant the maturation video....... he will claim that he didn't do this but there was more than one witness and now there is documentation and you can't possibly argue with that. BTW just as a side note Cade faked being sick to not have to watch the maturation video and so now we ridicule him at every possible chance. That is what happens when 1) you don't do what you are suppose to and 2) you were an oops and born 7 years after the last kid and 3) you have us for brothers and sisters. Its just the way the cards were drawn deal with it.. ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Kay now I'm kinda sad about this last story cuz it's about me but I have to tell it because well it's pretty hilarious. Last Saturday February 14  Josh my bro and I hung out all day cuz my sis-in-law Jeanne was in another city and well Josh gets lonely. We decided to go shopping I was downstairs in his house watching tv and rummaging (this must be the word of the day) through my purse looking for something and well you know what they say the older you get the larger your purse gets while he was getting ready. Anyways, Josh says come on I get up and put my purse on my shoulder, in my head I'm thinking it's a little heavier than normal. I just toss the thought aside and we get in the car and drive to the mall. We get to the mall and I decided that I needed to apply my Burt's Bees chapstick to my dry lips before we go into the mall. I open the purse and guess what I found....................... Josh's tv changer. HaHa I was laughing so hard and Josh is like what are you laughing at and I pull the tv changer out of my purse and he starts to giggle and then stops.  He says, "Is that my tv changer!" I start laughing harder and he yells "What now I'm going to loose it because I am going to forget to it's in my car." I don't know it was pretty funny. Then we get home I go to my house and he walks down to his and then I hear him stomp back up the stairs and yell "Charlotte my tv changer is in the car dang you!!!!" HA HA HA it was quite hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now you all can see Crystale has rubbed off on us this week. I hope it gets better next week I don't think we all can talk like Crystale nobody would understand anyone it would be like the tower of Bable were God changed all the languages. It would be too chaotic... Now where did Crystale put that magic book..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-289329472060488826?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/289329472060488826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=289329472060488826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/289329472060488826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/289329472060488826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-all.html' title='We all Have Crystalesyndrome.... UGH!!!!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-1975546567948224394</id><published>2009-01-25T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:44:02.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURGER KING FIASCO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;You all are going to be jealous of the experience I had.  Let me give you a little background first-  In the month of December we had an issue with cars breaking down-(I'm still in that situation) anyway Jordon had to let me borrow his new, nice, red, loud, sizziling camero.  It is way fun to drive.  Also in the month of December Char had the cravings of a Dinosaur and wanted meat.  I couldn't find her raw meat at 10 p.m at night so I said her choices were Burger King or Burger King.  She choose Burger King.  It is right by our house so I agreed to taking her there since she refuses to drive manual.  I think she is afraid of the stick!!!    Anyway so the drive through it was.  We make it to the ordering box and I decided to be nice and shut off the car.  I did want them to get my order right.  I order Char's pound of meat and head to the window to pay.  I get to the window and decide I just have to pay and get my food so I shouldn't have to turn off the car.  Behind the window was a guy who was a little shorter then average and had muscles.  I had no attraction whatsoever- totally serious not cute.  He takes the credit card- swipes it and gives it back with a receipt which I give to Char.  A minute later he comes back with his hands folded and his chest sticking out and asks "What kind of sauce do you want with your nuggets?"  I didn't hear him because of the loud car and so I said "What?"  He came back with a louder, Deeper voice, "What kind of sauce do you want?"  I replied "I don't want any sauce thank you!"  While he was in there getting the rest of our order Char pipes up and says she paid for an Oreo shake.  I said I didn't order one but I'm going to get it.  He came back to the window with the order and handed it to me, which then I handed off to Char, which by then he had closed the window.  I wanted my shake he charged us for so I sat there and waited.  He sees I'm not moving so he comes back and looks at me.  I said I wanted my Oreo shake and he said let me see the receipt, I gave it to him and he looked at it and started shaking his head back and forth closed the window and got busy making my shake.  Our last window encounter came and he handed me the shake and said- "You know your a naughty girl???"  I said, "Yes I am!!"  took the shake and drove off.  I was trying to decide if it was cuz of the car or because I wanted my shake??? Don't know and I don't think I want to find out!!  I said you would be Jealous!! I know you are because you have never been called a naughty girl at the Burger King drive through!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;FUNNY WORD--- NAUGHTY!!!  &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/7470243088163770198-1975546567948224394?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1975546567948224394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=1975546567948224394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/1975546567948224394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/1975546567948224394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/01/burger-king-fiasco.html' title='BURGER KING FIASCO!!!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-8001701982502054436</id><published>2009-01-09T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:34:04.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diseased....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I love the holidays mostly because I get to spend time with my fam.... but I also hate the holidays more so because I feel like I am half a person because everyone wants to know who I am dating and when I'm gonna bring a boy home (if I had it my way it would be never they are a pain) like I am not a complete person without a boyfriend/fiance/husband. Let me tell you it sure doesn't help single people to keep reminding them they are single, THEY ALREADY KNOW and don't need a reminder like ever. They can be complete people on their own. I feel like I have a disease and everyone wants to fix it, maybe they are afraid they are going to catch it.  Listen Single people do not have a disease and no you can not contract it so quite acting like it is a disease to be single, for reals. Also don't say "Oh but you are so cute I don't know why no one has snatched you up yet" That for sure doesn't help it makes things worse. I know you are trying to be nice and I know you probably believe that but please keep it to yourself and maybe ask how my job is, what I am up to, and if I have any new hobbies (Like knitting lol). That would make your single friends feel like you care about them at least a little right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Anyways, I will quite rambling about that and move on to why it is great to be single. You don't have to deal with stupid boys ever. They are so frustrating and they don't know what they want and they string you along and you are an idiot for following because you believe that all the good men haven't been taken and you actually have a chance of finding him. WRONG they are all gone it's like parking spots all the good ones are gone and the rest are Handicapped. That is a perfect analogy!!!! Let me tell you I was dating someone (not really serious) for a while and he strung me along and I was stupid. But he continued to call and then he cancels a date for the billionth time to go snowboarding with a friends dad instead of coming to my EMPTY house where I was cooking dinner for him, after dating for about a year and a half. Yeah that should have been my first clue we weren't serious after a year and a half, HELLO ME. Hmmmmmmm what man does that??? I will let you come up with some ideas. Anyways, I say, "well when are we going to reschedule because I am frustrated" and he says well maybe we shouldn't I don't see this as a long term thing. Listen very carefully THEN QUITE CALLING YOU FREAKING JERK!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Okay now I feel better about life and actually I am way way way way way way (you get the point) Happy about it and I think I am done dating for awhile because I can't find the good ones all I get are the inconsiderate jerks, or the handicapped. Its like searching for a needle in a haystack, pure luck! So I am done ranting for awhile sorry if this gets repetative but being single is harder than it looks but I would much rather be single than deal with crap from boys it is sooooooooooooooooooooo not worth it :~) Now if the world would be okay with me being single???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Oh and also I have decided writing helps me deal with all of my feelings of life so I wrote a poem about the above situation and I figure I will share it with my friends maybe it will help you in some way too :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Why do people lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Why do people pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Prancing around wearing a mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Joking, laughing, and playing merrily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Thinking this is all a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Fooling everyone they see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;But remove the masks one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Standing in front of you is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Person that doesn't know themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Trying desperately to find something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hoping you don't see them for what they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hiding, cowering in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Afraid of the Light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Stop your Foolish Games and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Be true to what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;The only one your fooling is yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;In the end people will see the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You will have fooled no one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Then it will be too late to caste of your mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And let the real you shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You will be left standing all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;With a mask dangling from your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Wishing, Hoping with all your heart that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;You dropped the Facade and embraced the real you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Charlotte &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-8001701982502054436?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8001701982502054436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=8001701982502054436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8001701982502054436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8001701982502054436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2009/01/diseased.html' title='Diseased....'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-6686323857617804373</id><published>2008-12-12T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:44:27.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind Date.... Dun.. Dun... Dun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I thought I would help all you married people out and let you in on a little secret... shhhhh. It's a very important secret as it will help in all future relationships with your single friends. Here it is......... Are you ready for it????? Okay so just because two people are single does NOT mean that they are compatible in any way, shape, or form. In fact if that is the only thing that you can think of that is a common denominator (I paid attention in math, well most of the time) between two people then my suggestion is DON'T SET THEM UP period...... I know you think that you are going to make the world a better place and make your single friends happy and everyone wants to be like the Matchmaker on Fiddler on the Roof but here is the deal you are not that cool. Sorry it had to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on PLENTY of blind dates and let me tell you I have stories that will leave you laughing so hard you are crying, but its not the time or place, and on all those dates I felt like my friends thought I was a huge weirdo because that is what they set me up with. I know you all are trying to help but to be honest it makes me have a bleaker outlook on life and I think I don't have chance of ever getting married. I mean if that is all that is out there are the 30 year olds still living in their parents basements and all they do all day is play video games when they are not working at the McDonalds or guys who wear shorts and socks that go up to there knees and vans slip ons and a shirts they painted in earlier that day or the weird guys that only talk about their Semi trucks and when your not talking about Trucks he doesn't talk and then he pulls out the horn not joking actually makes the horn noise while doing the motion of pulling the horn with his arm or they eat corn like a typwriter, you know like you did when you were a kid, and makes a huge mess and laughs really hard. It makes me want to give up on getting married and makes me even more content on being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my opinion it has the opposite effect so please for the love of everything that is holy stop trying to make the world a better place and quite thinking that they need to be in a relationship to be happy, another secret they are already happy, and let your poor single friends be single and find that person on their own. Unless, you have thought long and hard and can think of more than four (4) things in common between two people and one or the other is not a GOOBER than yes that might be okay, I said might. But if you can't and the only thing that they have in common is they are single don't do it. It never turns out okay and there will be awkwardness between you and your friend. Phew now I feel better about life :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and P.S. I have had one good blind date. Nothing came of it which is perfectly fine but it was fun and I didn't feel awkward and the person was not a Goober. So props to Barbie who doesn't need my advice. She should get a gold star :~) Love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. my friend Becca, by the way you get a gold star as well, came up with a great idea if you have a few single friends and would like to set up a party or a man schmorgesbord as she called it then yes that would be fine because we as single people still have a choice and if there are goobers there it doesn't matter cuz you are not on a date and everyone else is suffering.. It's true misery does love company.... Wait is that why you are setting me up on blind dates so I can be miserable like all you married people??? HMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-6686323857617804373?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6686323857617804373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=6686323857617804373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/6686323857617804373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/6686323857617804373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/12/blind-date-dun-dun-dun.html' title='The Blind Date.... Dun.. Dun... Dun...'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-4214775235117150220</id><published>2008-12-02T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:47:25.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging takes alot of work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Blah!!!! I don't know how you people do it. Blogging about everything, man this is harder than I thought. I have more important things to do like check my email and getting to the next level of that game right :~) Lol just kidding but it takes a lot of work to blog I don't know how you guys write down your whole lives. Anyways, I really don't have much to write except that Crisco is going to pay 50 ducks for something and she has her serious eyes on. I don't know either so don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay so there is a little bit of news. I am going to be an aunt again. YEAH!!!! I am a little excited. Also my mom is really slow and I mean that in the best possible way. She took forever figuring out that Jeanne was prego. They played a game. I don't really want to go into it, takes to much time. BUT Mom it's okay now we know where Crisco gets it. Just embrace it life will be alright. Also my mom says that I need to have a baby next. It's not possible I am single and the only way to get a baby is to break the commandments and I don't think that is right. I mean whose mom tells you its okay as long as she gets a grandkid, Parents. Speaking of being an aunt I don't have any pics of my cute niece on here. I will post a few at the bottom. She is the cutest niece ever and no I am not bias it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moving on I also got a second job, can't handle all the time after work. You go to school for so long you don't know what to do with yourself when your not in school. So yep I got a second job. I am selling Mary Kay so if you need anything you know who to call and no its not the Ghost Busters so don't ask but you can call me. I am as cool as or cooler than Ghost Busters :~) For Reals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Also another big change is Crisco has decided to grow up and move out. I will let her tell you where and why and her big plans for the summer. She thinks I need to get married before she leaves lol that is funny. Right like that is going to happen and besides I can take care of myself. She acts like I am a child for heavens sakes but yes I will need lots of friends to come and visit me because I will be ALL BY MYSELF. I'll just have to find something else to do with my time. What do you think of learning how to knit?? I think I will need it when I am the old single cat lady down the street. What do you think???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay so this is the Cutest Niece ever: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Can you just feel the Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STV6LoSofYI/AAAAAAAAADY/Zy04F3oXwL0/s1600-h/413433-R1-01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWCYcK43ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gpy0asOkXyA/s1600-h/413433-R1-01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275265894924737938" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWCYcK43ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gpy0asOkXyA/s320/413433-R1-01-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brightens the world (when she is happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWCq_EN_wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ae0GIyb_NqA/s1600-h/413434-R1-23-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266213529648898" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWCq_EN_wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ae0GIyb_NqA/s320/413434-R1-23-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favs of Crisco and Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWDYODcRXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/me80L4aVhBw/s1600-h/crys6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266990647035250" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWDYODcRXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/me80L4aVhBw/s320/crys6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is what she is like normally :~) All Attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STV68vAMSrI/AAAAAAAAADo/XogtrxrcGmk/s1600-h/FH000017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWC5zu87_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/LrClQELcsfc/s1600-h/413434-R1-16-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275266468185698290" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWC5zu87_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/LrClQELcsfc/s320/413434-R1-16-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STV8vzCM-TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/e21H2IwaIsk/s1600-h/me+and+alaura.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STV871bGo8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/EbywYLtjK0k/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWDjD5YCiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9kj-aqkPO9Q/s1600-h/me+and+alaura.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275267176899021346" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWDjD5YCiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9kj-aqkPO9Q/s320/me+and+alaura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWDyHupIHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zpWj_LNoQZY/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275267435625783410" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWDyHupIHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zpWj_LNoQZY/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Three Amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STV9KIs4nvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Zh_AhVY742Y/s1600-h/l_c424d84e0f8ebdf1f67e139f838d5a43.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STV9bn210zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0VerwdYdBxs/s1600-h/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWD_2clsYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i1DUZMworZg/s1600-h/l_c424d84e0f8ebdf1f67e139f838d5a43.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275267671504826754" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWD_2clsYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/i1DUZMworZg/s320/l_c424d84e0f8ebdf1f67e139f838d5a43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWEQwDf7UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XfOTQeUJasg/s1600-h/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275267961846754626" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWEQwDf7UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XfOTQeUJasg/s320/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now aren't you jealous you don't have aunts like us. I would be if I were you yep.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way none of these photos were taken by professionals, They were taken by US and Josh :~) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-4214775235117150220?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/4214775235117150220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=4214775235117150220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/4214775235117150220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/4214775235117150220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogging-takes-alot-of-work.html' title='Blogging takes alot of work!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/STWCYcK43ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gpy0asOkXyA/s72-c/413433-R1-01-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2156261839042357543</id><published>2008-10-28T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:18:53.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of the Zombie Election......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;In Honor of Halloween and The Election I thought I would do a political post. Now don't go get your panties in a twist you can vote for whoever you want to, I don't care but if you vote for the wrong person and our country goes to crap don't blame me, so there. Okay so I have been waiting patiently for Josh's pictures to post and I am so excited because they are FABULOUS!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We will start with Obama now as you may know there has already been an assassination attempt on his life and he is not even president yet. In my opinion that is bad news because well I think Biden is an idiot and if by some chance Obama gets assassinated we will be stuck with the stupidest president ever. Oh here is a quote "When the stock market crashed, Franklin Roosevelt got on the television and didn't just talk about the princes of greed," Biden told Couric. "He said, 'Look, here's what happened.'" Okay number one problem with that statement is no one really had TV's in 1929, people listened to the radio, and the second problem is President Hoover was the President not Roosevelt and you would think a politician would know that. HMMMMM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Obama thinks it will happen; slipping up while introducing Joe Biden at their first joint campaign rally, Springfield, Illinois, Aug. 23, 2008 he said "Let me introduce to you the next President -- the next Vice President of the United States of America, Joe Biden." Does that make you feel comfortable? I'm not sure it does me. Well I know one thing for sure is that Mr. Barack Ozombie wouldn't have a problem with the assassinators, he would tear them to shreds and then he would laugh and then he would eat them. So if you are voting for Ozombie who I think is infinitely cooler than the real Obama here is a pin you can wear on you shirt for support..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SQhxGnHMgwI/AAAAAAAAADI/r4xwYROUR4E/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262580522974741250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SQhxGnHMgwI/AAAAAAAAADI/r4xwYROUR4E/s320/Obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Would you vote for him?????? Well if you would remember that he said this, "I've now been in 57 states -- I think one left to go." Now you tell me how many states does the US have??? Oh right that would be fifty you think your future president would know the answer to that one huh??? So if you are willing to support a person that doesn't know how many states there are and doesn't place his hand over his heart or say the pledge of allegiance, now I have been getting a lot of crap about this and I think that if you can't respect the flag for what it stands for and honor what our forefathers did to make this country so great than you have no right running the country for which it stands end of story, I mean that flag stands for all the freedoms that he has and uses every day and he can't even place his hand over his heart to honor the blood, the sweat, and the tears that went into making this country so great, phooey on you. Oh sorry I didn't mean to let my opinion slide. Anyways, if your willing to possibly end up with the stupidest president in history if something happens to Obama then this is your ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the other side we have Mr. McCain and Palin. Now McCain did a good thing picking a woman for his running mate I think that helped him. I mean McCain is old so you know he could die of natural causes and we would get our first Woman President and let me tell you Palin is alot better than Hillary so I would be okay with that. Plus McCain was in the service and he was a prisoner of war in Vietnam so I have to tell you those are all good things and to dispel the other side I thought I would give you some quotes for both McCain and Palin. I like this one from McCain, On the subject of Osama bin Laden... "we will track him down. We will capture him. We will bring him to justice, and I will follow him to the gates of hell." Now I'm not sure that McCain would follow him to the gates of hell but his alter ego Mr. John McZombie would I have posted a picture below for your veiwing pleasure.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SQhzIUROVlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nYGGNfvT00U/s1600-h/McZombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262582751299524178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SQhzIUROVlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nYGGNfvT00U/s320/McZombie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now that is one scary President that is for sure, he doesn't fool around. If you ask a dumb question well I wont go there but I will let your imagination run wild, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I also think Palin was a good choice she is a mother and governor of Alaska. Her daughter got pregnant at 17 and is now getting married, she has a child with down syndrome, and she lives in a small town. Does that make her the best candidate, well no but what it shows is that she is human and she has her fair share of problems. She also has a good sense of humor. She said, "I was trying to give Tina Fey more material. Job security for Saturday Night Live." When they were talking about her media appearances and her goof ups. She also is very loyal to McCain or is it McZombie???? She said, "There is only one man in this election who has ever really fought for you … in places where winning means survival and defeat means death … and that man is John McCain" and I agree with here. It is a good quote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well that raps up my Zombie Election rantings. Now I don't care who you vote for I am not sure you could tell who I would vote for. :~) Well maybe a little, okay okay so I will just tell you I am voting for McZombie, I think I will write him in because that guy don't mess around he will bite your head off if your wrong, literally. He would squash Osama Bin Laden for sure if he were president and that makes me feel safe. So, please vote because if you don't Ozombie and McZombie will be after you and you really can't hide. But seriously research them both and find which one goes with what you believe and vote. I think its not just important but its your duty and I am going to use my rights as a citizen of this great country and Vote on November 4th and you should too :~) and remember to be on the look out for the Presidential Zombie Candidates they might be lurking around the next corner to jump you if you don't vote :~)......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2156261839042357543?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2156261839042357543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2156261839042357543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2156261839042357543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2156261839042357543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/10/year-of-zombie-election_28.html' title='The Year of the Zombie Election......'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SQhxGnHMgwI/AAAAAAAAADI/r4xwYROUR4E/s72-c/Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2470976109544830438</id><published>2008-10-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:20:49.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PETS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Okay so they are not my pets but where I am doing Respite( where I stay in a home for 24 hours upto 3 or 4 days taking care of someone) they have 3 pets. 2 cats and a dog.  I don't mind the pets it is the fact that they have to sleep in the same room as me or they will bark or scratch.  I think the worst part I hate is the noise of the animals licking and cleaning themselves.  Don't get me wrong the do what they gots to do but do they have to do it when I'm trying to get some shut eye.  I hate that noise anyway so trying to sleep to it or waking up to it drives me crazy.  I have tried to kick them out or throw a pillow when I hear it but it is not getting through their heads.  I just had to get that off my sholders.  Thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Funny Word- Booger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2470976109544830438?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2470976109544830438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2470976109544830438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2470976109544830438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2470976109544830438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/10/pets.html' title='PETS!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2495497347618256732</id><published>2008-10-13T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:26:02.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;... I know it has been long and Char sures seems to bug me a lot for like not writing everyday.  I know she has short term memory but she sure doesn't forget to tell me I have not written on our blog yet everyday, now if she would remember to put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; seat down when she is finished in the bathroom I wouldn't have a problem.  THANKS CHAR!!!!!  Another Thanks to Char for sharing all of my wonderful words.  I don't know if many of you have been informed but I do have my own dictionary(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crystale&lt;/span&gt;-ism's).  I do have to say while Char and I were sitting here tonight she mixed the words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jalapeno&lt;/span&gt; and potato together and it came out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jalopotanno&lt;/span&gt;.  (they are very delicious by the way. )  I just love to point out when Char has a mix up with her words because it makes it a known fact we are for surely  related.  I am not the only one with a dis-connection in their brain.(or so I have been told before.)  I know it is short but at least I wrote something.  I think Char has short term memory and I have short attention span. That is why there is only two of us because there is only so much room for short in this family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Funny Word of the Day- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;FORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you stop and think about fork it is a very funny and weird word. I always laugh when someone says it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2495497347618256732?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2495497347618256732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2495497347618256732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2495497347618256732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2495497347618256732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/10/umm.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-1863561780208265244</id><published>2008-10-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:03:41.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is only 22 Days Away !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Since Crisco is taking forever to write on this Blog and I am impatient I thought I would humor you with a little humor. I love comics that I get in my email and some others that I found so I figured I would share them with you. ***Although due to the nature of some of the pictures this post is not for those that can't handle a little crudeness(not alot) it is only pg-13 okay and I will post them at the bottom if you don't want to read them you don't have to :~) ...... So here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5snLgJdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/PfqdyZjzmI0/s1600-h/i051031famcirc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255257235546273106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5snLgJdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/PfqdyZjzmI0/s200/i051031famcirc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dang I wish I would have tried that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I was younger.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5suTsqwUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PwbB_2bfkqU/s1600-h/halloween-cartoon-comic-strip.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255257358005354818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5suTsqwUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PwbB_2bfkqU/s200/halloween-cartoon-comic-strip.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tips for Carving Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Give them eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or else they talk to you and whine(not Good) :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5s24Q4dHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2q5xmxTblTM/s1600-h/Halloween2-funny-optimized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255257505259877490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5s24Q4dHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2q5xmxTblTM/s200/Halloween2-funny-optimized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I always wondered what Witches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;did on Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5s_r1WHBI/AAAAAAAAACE/u-ums3yBjog/s1600-h/funny-halloween46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255257656541977618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5s_r1WHBI/AAAAAAAAACE/u-ums3yBjog/s200/funny-halloween46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This is the way I feel at Reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My Family is the Blacksheep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So this ones for the FAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5tM7HexNI/AAAAAAAAACM/xYrVwW_UDxU/s1600-h/funny-halloween45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255257883982873810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5tM7HexNI/AAAAAAAAACM/xYrVwW_UDxU/s200/funny-halloween45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No Comment except one word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BROTHERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING this is where it starts to be PG-13 so Look if you Dare HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5tY3XE30I/AAAAAAAAACU/QxCDfeIv4yI/s1600-h/Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255258089132973890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5tY3XE30I/AAAAAAAAACU/QxCDfeIv4yI/s200/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uh Oh.......I think I just gave my brothers a new Idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5tlFbeCsI/AAAAAAAAACc/grzQFW3wa7g/s1600-h/Funny_Halloween_Toon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255258299067927234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5tlFbeCsI/AAAAAAAAACc/grzQFW3wa7g/s200/Funny_Halloween_Toon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My brothers call me a Witch and also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Something that rhymes with it but starts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;with a B. So I am cautioning you this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;what will happen if you continue HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5t0GumzeI/AAAAAAAAACk/GSmAhWbQydI/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255258557114666466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5t0GumzeI/AAAAAAAAACk/GSmAhWbQydI/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is for Mothers do not Dress your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;child in a Fire Hydrant Costume Only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bad things can happen.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And last but not least On HALLOWEEN there should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Always be a FULL MOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5uEiH4DGI/AAAAAAAAACs/p5AH19jBplg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255258839346318434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5uEiH4DGI/AAAAAAAAACs/p5AH19jBplg/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just MOONED you!!!!! I decided to start a new tradition everyone that reads my blog the whole way through now needs to go moon people on there blog :~) cuz I said so it's like those tags that people do. I tag you all cuz I can :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-1863561780208265244?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1863561780208265244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=1863561780208265244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/1863561780208265244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/1863561780208265244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-is-only-22-days-away.html' title='Halloween is only 22 Days Away !!!!!!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SO5snLgJdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/PfqdyZjzmI0/s72-c/i051031famcirc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-2429645748693277985</id><published>2008-09-25T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:40:25.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRISCO'S WORD O' THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay so I have been contemplating which word to use. I have tons and tons and tons well you get the picture. I know she said one this week but of course I can not remember it (I have short term memory Crisco knows). Anyways, so I have picked one. So to start out the &lt;strong&gt;Crisco's Word O' The Day is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Satisfication (aka Satisfaction)-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So Crisco and I were driving our pimped out 1970's toyota van, you know the kind where your sitting on the engine, yeah we were cool. Oh High School Days. Anyways, were driving and she was telling me the her friend Chrissie and Purple(aka Violetta, we can't say her name right so we call her purple and she is awesome :~) went tanning. Now I was a little curious as to why because they both have beautiful skin (unlike me), Chrissie is Native American and Purple is Hispanic, so I didn't think they needed to tan. I voiced my opinion and Crisco goes, "Well I guess it's for there own &lt;strong&gt;Satisfication&lt;/strong&gt;." I told her that was not the word and she claimed it was and if it wasn't the right word to let her know what it actually was. Well because she said &lt;strong&gt;Satisfication&lt;/strong&gt; it took me until we got home and we argued about it the whole way. So then I get home and say Crisco it is not &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satisfication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Satisfaction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then she goes, "Oh yeah" and giggles. It's pretty funny so now you know what that word means if she ever uses it. Or if you feel the need you could use the word as well, who knows you might trick someone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-2429645748693277985?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2429645748693277985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=2429645748693277985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2429645748693277985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/2429645748693277985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/criscos-word-o-day_25.html' title='CRISCO&apos;S WORD O&apos; THE DAY'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-1053191721419264108</id><published>2008-09-24T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:38:13.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT DOG STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is a story of how we found out that Hot Dog was  a funny word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hot Dog Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So we were in the car again this time with Randy and Jordan and we were discussing a big word like say obtuse, reciprocity, superfluous, malarkey etc. You know the words people use to make them sound smart. There was one word, I can't remember what word exactly, but I said that it sounded funny and that I liked it. Then during our conversation Crisco pipes up and says and I quote, "You know what's a funny word &lt;strong&gt;HOT DOG". &lt;/strong&gt;Randy, Jordan, and I just stared at her. It wasn't even on the same level. Then we started laughing really hard and Crisco says, "What it is a funny word Hot Dawg, Hoot Daaawwgg." Then she proceeds to say the word over and over again in different tones and voices all the while giggling to herself (sometimes she thinks she is really funny). We were laughing so hard. To this day she claims it is a funny word and doesn't see why we laughed at her, Oh I mean about it we don't laugh at people that is rude (ha ha). Even funnier than that is we were explaining it to our mom and she goes, "I don't get why that is so funny Hot Dog is a weird word". Which threw us into another fit of laughter. So there you go now you know that &lt;strong&gt;Hot Dog&lt;/strong&gt; is a weird word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and by the way I didn't write anything on Monday but it is FALL yeah I love the FALL it is the best time of the year :~)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-1053191721419264108?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1053191721419264108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=1053191721419264108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/1053191721419264108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/1053191721419264108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/criscos-word-o-day.html' title='HOT DOG STORY'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-6098978527972261484</id><published>2008-09-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:47:57.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singleness and All Its Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I know it is horrible, horrible to be single and even worse that I am alright with it. I mean what is the world coming to but I just wanted to share with you my thoughts as to why it is all right especially because I listen to my married friends and think man I have it easy lol. There are many so be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I don't have to tell anyone where I am going (cept Crisco and I usually ignore her ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have to worry about grocery shopping for anyone but me, I can buy what I like :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't have to share my covers and no one steals my blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I worry about my own finances and no one elses and I can spend my money on frivolous things (Like Shoes and no you can never have enough) with no worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't have to worry about someone elses bills, just mine and the only person I can blame is me if something goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't have to worry about someone stealing my tv all the time to watch Football or other various sports, stupid movies, or have to endure the meaningless hours spent on say the Xbox or Playstation, take your pick. I can watch Lifetime movie network all day long if I want(Yes I do that) because I control the remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The toliet seat lid is always down, I never have to worry about falling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't have to worry about comments like "That's what she said..." unless my brothers are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are just gross, I don't have to worry about hair shavings in my sink (by the way men clean it up yucky) or dirty socks on my living room floor, or dirt and grime being tracked in from who knows where. Unless my brothers are around man they are a pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't have to hide certain things like Tampons or underwear or bras. I don't really care about my brothers seeing them they can deal with it I have to deal with there uckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't have to worry about where I am spending the holidays I always spend them with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Another thing I never have to deal with in-laws good or bad ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't have to worry about whether it's all right to have onions on my burger because there is no one to complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I can hang out as much as I want with my girlfriends and not worry about someone being hurt because I don't spend that time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I can travel if I want to someplace I want to go and see the things I want (man I sound selfish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I can decorate how I want I don't have to worry about antlers or dead animal objects or the color blue in everything. I can have bright red couches and flowers and cutsey things all over my house and no one can complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I can stay up late and read a book that I just can't put down and not bother a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You don't have to shave your legs if you don't want need I say more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I can listen to the music I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I don't have to share closet space :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I can pick my friends and don't have to hang out with people I think are weird just to be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can leave my house on time with no one yelling at me to hurry up and I don't have to wait for someone to get ready or be done with a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I know who I am and have time to work on myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I can be a workaholic and pick my hobbies. I don't have to share hobbies with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I get a break now I am older than twenty-five for being a single girl on my Car Insurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I can say what I want and not worry about whether it was appropriate or whether I hurt his feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I can pick whether I want to be hot or cold and never have to worry about a boy telling me its too hot or cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I never have to worry about fighting, I just listen to my married friends and my two brothers talk about there fights and it makes me happy I don't have to fight with anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I can flirt as much as I want (although I find it pretty annoying) and I can wear what I want without someone telling me its ugly(cept Crisco and again I just ignore her. Oh by the Way sister a guy at Church told me my Teal Peep toe shoes were Awesome just so you know not just cool Awesome so there. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. And last but not least Unbroken: Unbroken, a word found in the dictionary under the word single . Single means, unbroken. Unbroken means, not broken. And we all know how the saying goes, "If it's not broken, don't try to fix it." ( I found this off a website and had to share it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So there you go there are many many many more but these should do for now. So to all my married friends good luck on being married and don't be too jealous because you picked him and now your stuck with him and that is so not my fault. I am just wiser for not falling into the Happily Ever After Trap :~) To all my single friends party on and you should print this and post this on your wall so you don't fall into that trap boys are tricky.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-6098978527972261484?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6098978527972261484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=6098978527972261484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/6098978527972261484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/6098978527972261484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/singleness-and-all-its-glory.html' title='Singleness and All Its Glory'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-3363725869644817773</id><published>2008-09-12T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:24:33.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, I guess it is my turn to finally write and explain a little bit about me(aka-Crystale). I am 23 and still single- I think I am worse off than Char because I haven't dated for a long time, at least she has had 1 in the last year or more I don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I work at Utah School for the Deaf and Blind as a Job Coach and I love it.  It is in Skyline High School.  Since I still don't have a badge yet I still get caught in the halls and get in trouble. I'm really serious!  I also have been whistled at a couple of times by high schoolers. Or maybe it was the girl right by me. I like to think it was me.  One of the classes I get to attend and love is Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Building(where the students are building a home from scratch)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I get to see more boys and men swear, scratch both places, burp, fart and talk about girls.  Plus whatever else they can think off.  I guess they don't see me standing there.  I am camoflauge!!!  I also work another job where I go into a home and take care of a client. I really enjoy both.  I am still attending Salt Lake Community College, and have 4 more classes to finish before I get my Associates Degree.  FINALLY!  But deciding where I want to go after that is way to much for me to think about right now!!  Well ,  I really do wish one day that everyone can eat rainbows and poop butterflies!! Don't You????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funny Word- HOT DAWG(DOG) HEHEHEHE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-3363725869644817773?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3363725869644817773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=3363725869644817773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/3363725869644817773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/3363725869644817773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/heres-me.html' title='Here&apos;s Me!!'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-588109518102023986</id><published>2008-09-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:34:45.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MUMMY Dinosaur.... Yes I said MUMMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay so I love love love the Fall and Halloween so this is like my post to pay tribute to my Fav time of year. I also love the weird and abnormal (see I'm different) and in another life I would have devoted my life to Cryptozoology, which just so you know is the study of the weird and wild, Love it. I like to learn about the Loch Ness Monster, the Yeti, or Strange disappearences, Apparitions. Yeah I know you think its morbid but I say I just don't have a false sense of reality. Don't get me wrong I love fairytales but they are a load of crap they don't exist and to quote like one of my fave books/movies "Life is pain, Highness. Anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e who says differently is selling something." See life is pain not some happy land where things work out and everyone is Happily Ever After- Doesn't exist.....&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, back on the subject Josh is a big fan of the cryptozoology too this has made us good friends. So he tells me when you know something shows up in the news and vice versa but I am a little mad at him for not telling me about the MUMMIFIED DINOSAUR that is a BIG de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;al and he didn't tell me about it till the other day RUDE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Even more why wasn't it in the news and why didn't I hear about it..... Frustrating but moving on is that not really niffty that there is a Mummified Dinosaur his name is Dakota because he was discovered in 1999 by a 16 year old fossil hunter, let m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e just say that is one pro fossil hunter, in North Dakota and Dakota is a Hardrosaur.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So they did a CT Scan and this is what they found:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hadrosaur's backside appears to be approximately 25 percent larger than previously thought; a surprising conclusion that could change our image of the dinosaur for the last 150 years. (So we as Humans don't know everything true fact)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hadrosaur's backside is some 25 percent bigger than originally thought, enabling it to reach speeds of 28 mph - 10 mph faster than T. rex. ( T.Rex is slow that is what that says)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The skin envelope also shows evidence that the Hadrosaur may have been striped and not block coloured, producing an almost striped camouflage pattern on some parts of the dinosaur. (That is a defense mechanism in the world of animals, to hide)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You can read more about this, I suggest you do it's of great importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nce, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/12/071203103349.htm"&gt;http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/12/071203103349.htm&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;And Here is a Picture of Dakota&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244476682020267538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SMgfwYCjJhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZmiUb5A41Ks/s320/071203103349-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This image comes from the website above just so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;I told you this was pretty niffty I would write more and more about it but then my blog would be super duper long and no one would read it except my mom, who said to me "is the Dinosaur Mummy big", well duh mom of course it is. She makes me laugh is the Dinosaur big come on mom.  Well okay for her sake there are small ones but when you think Dinosaur you think big. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, My Bro Josh, the artist and he is amazing, has drawn a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; picture to commemorate the Mummy Dinosaur but sadly he is slow and has not given it to me so I will have to post it another time. (Update he gave it to me so it is posted on the bottom and that is what I imagine see he is dancing). So now instead of having nightmares about real mummies you can have even scarier nightmares about Mummy Dinosaurs. Although eveytime I try to imagine it I kind of giggle because my Mummy Dinosaur is not all that mean and he likes to eat all his vegtables, they do eat I promise,  oh and he likes to "dance and sing". Y ou might not get that but Josh will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SMsX_nnhlBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nQJZQC_6bT8/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SMsX_nnhlBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nQJZQC_6bT8/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245312572737033234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-588109518102023986?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/588109518102023986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=588109518102023986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/588109518102023986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/588109518102023986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/mummy-dinosaur-yes-i-said-mummy.html' title='The MUMMY Dinosaur.... Yes I said MUMMY'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SMgfwYCjJhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZmiUb5A41Ks/s72-c/071203103349-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-8787939060499161596</id><published>2008-09-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:48:11.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's What She Said......."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I thought I would write about one of the things that comes from being around boys a lot of the time and that is they have these stupid catch phrases that they say ALL the time and I mean like all the time. They have tons but about a couple of months ago two of my brothers Randy and Jordon decided that it would be hilarious to end everything that could possibly be construed as a sexual comment with "That's what she said...." It drives me crazy and it’s worse now that I say it. It's to the point when I am at work or with friends or worst of all at Church when I am talking to people I hear this little voice in my head saying "That's what she said...." and I have to stop from laughing or worse blurting it out in public.... grrrrrr. It's like I have this comedic group sitting patiently in the back of my head waiting for the opportune time to blurt it out and disrupt my peaceful (right) thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little quote has taken not only taken over my brain but my whole family, it is our saying I guess. I'm not sure any of them but Jordon and Randy would claim that they say it but they do. All my brothers have picked it up my older brother Josh, who is our most proper brother, says it. He actually only says it when its a good one. Like the other day Randy said, "I just hit my head on your thing", and Josh blurts out "That's what she said...." and of course we all laughed including me, hey it was funny and its even better when you get the ones that started it. I had a good one too, Jordon and I went to Taco Bell and he enjoys the Fire sauce that you put on your Tacos so I pulled one out of the sack and asked Jordon if he would like one and he said "Don't take it out, keep it in the package", and I blurted out "That's what she said....". This was even more rewarding as it made Jordon mad that I said it and that I laughed. He was annoyed and that made me Happy, that is horrible I know and I am going to the place where the sun doesn't shine its okay I have embraced it :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystale says it, my little thirteen year old brother Cade says it and then giggles (like he actually knows what it means), and worst of all I mean its pretty bad when your parents pick it up. My mom and my dad laugh at it when it's said and then when they think it's funny they will blurt it out. I mean honestly who's family says "That's what she said...." after EVERYTHING. The bad part is we all laugh. It has become our little game to see who has the best one. You even regret normal everyday phrases that you say because they could become a part of the "That's what she said...." wave that has taken over our existence. This is not just a once or twice a week deal. Every time we are with each other it is like every FIVE minutes someone says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is the price you pay when you have Five Brothers you have these stupid little quotes blurted out at all your family events. I guess it wouldn't be so bad except it echoes through my head like a Billion times a day like I have my own peanut gallery in my head. Oh some days so I guess if you and I ever talk now you know a little bit about what is going on in my head and if I just randomly start to smile or laugh hysterically you will now understand why. It may not be that quote either because my brothers are chalked full of one-liners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now you know why men are so stupid sometimes (i mean all the time but I was trying to be nice), they fill their brains with mindless one-liners to impress but then all they have left is a eensy weensy teeny bit of space left for information someone could actually use. Just so you know I just told you the reason men are so difficult~ I solved the mystery. I know i'm brilliant~ you can thank me later :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-8787939060499161596?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8787939060499161596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=8787939060499161596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8787939060499161596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/8787939060499161596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-what-she-said.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s What She Said.......&quot;'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470243088163770198.post-460460940627928716</id><published>2008-09-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:48:28.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So here is the dealio, everyone has a blog and I am just so abnormal I didn't have one and sometimes due to lots of peer pressure and such I conform to the masses.... So this is mine and my sister Crisco's (aka Crystale) new blog. It won't be about anything important just weird random things because that is who we are weird and random........ I(Charlotte) am a paralegal and work for a criminal defense attorney and almost all of my friends are paralegals too so you might hear a story or two about the world of law, Oh you might think it is boring but it is not..... Also Crisco is a Job Coach for the Deaf at a High School also full of fun and fascinating things to tell about but I will leave that to her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there may be constant themes in our posts for one Crisco has her own vocabulary so for those of you who may come in contact with her we will sometimes have &lt;strong&gt;Crisco's Word O' The Day&lt;/strong&gt; and I will interpret it's meaning because sometimes she just doesn't make sense but we like it that way :~)........ And Quotes or thoughts, Funny Stories of our Crazy Mad Lives because having Five Brothers is exhausting and I am so surprised we(meaning Crisco and I) have not gone crazy. Also we are single which is Fabulous by the way, men make everything harder (read previous line we know). You may hear a little bit about living in Utah and being LDS and how weird, abnormal, crazy etc. it is to be single and actually enjoy it, Odd for sure but whatev I like it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will start our blog with a Quote that I heard last night and I feel everyone should know it. My dad told us a story, true story he was there, about a kid in a class that actually said this so drum roll please............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orgasms in your water make your water taste funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is always good to know so make sure your water is orgasm free :~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470243088163770198-460460940627928716?l=twosinglesisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/feeds/460460940627928716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470243088163770198&amp;postID=460460940627928716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/460460940627928716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470243088163770198/posts/default/460460940627928716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twosinglesisters.blogspot.com/2008/09/newness.html' title='Newness'/><author><name>Charlotte ~ Crystale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514584659518175969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jukGJ2TVkjU/SX9C9SN83HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EagGEi625e8/S220/l_41c1afbe2b48301639b1492dffc4713d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
