tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31089754732489202582024-03-05T21:42:52.022-05:00Oh, Heyy Life!Oh, Heyy Life is about everything and anything that comes from the mind of katie elizabeth. you'll enjoy it, trust me!Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-12974959861618059312011-08-03T17:33:00.000-04:002011-08-03T17:33:14.412-04:00rain means...Molly's upset!<i style="color: #ff32a9;"> It's raining</i> today which means obviously no one wants to be outside. Well unless you're my dog. Molly really wants to be outside apparently, but she just doesn't wanna get all wet. <span style="color: black;">Look!...</span><br />
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She wants to be outside soo badly! I walked in the room and she was laying by her dog door with the saddest puppy face. I felt so bad, but unfortunately there's nothing I can do about the rain. <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b>I'm sorry, Molly.....</b></span>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-26148524887304750982011-08-01T16:15:00.000-04:002011-08-01T16:15:02.726-04:00i should be fat<div style="text-align: center;">Seriously.. I'm <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b>not kidding!</b></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My <span style="color: black;">nightstand</span> looks like this:<br />
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& this isn't even half of the junk food in the house! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #88bb21;"><i><u>I should be fat....</u></i></span></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-13360189490532375622011-07-30T16:22:00.000-04:002011-07-30T16:22:21.432-04:00i does a guest post...Yea, I know that's not good grammar, but I like it that way. Anyway.. I know it's Saturday and I normally don't post, but I have to!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><i>I</i> <i>guest posted</i></span> over at</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://deardarlingxoxo.blogspot.com/2011/07/fact-i-laughed-my-butt-off-at-katies.html">Dear Darling~XOXO</a> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">She featured me yesterday since she was on vacation, so <span style="color: #88bb21;">pleaseee go check it out!</span></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-31906954609569518852011-07-29T11:40:00.000-04:002011-07-29T11:40:14.137-04:00well, now my butt hurtsI'm sooo sorry I haven't been as active as I should be! I've been soo busy since Florida that I just haven't had time to write nor draw and I HATE IT! I know I said in my last post that I would be posting regularly, but I didn't know I was going to be so crazy busy. Not cool, I know!<br />
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Anyway... the other day, the BF and I took a trip to <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b>NY state</b></span>. First, I must say that I am in love with NY state.. I hate NYC! It was raining all day, so we decided it would be fun to take a drive to do some shopping. We figured we'd go to some little shops and then meet up with a friend at Palisades Mall, which if you don't know what that is... it's a huuuge mall in NY state. We got to the first shop without any problems, considering that we hadn't ever been there. I stepped out of the car and walked through the rain to the store's entrance. Little did I know that the entrance was down some stairs. Can you guess <span style="color: black;"><i>what happens next?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><b><u><i>Yea, I busted my @$$!</i></u></b></span> I slipped and took a nice fall down the stairs. And... well... now my butt hurts! Once I got up, we walked around the store for about 10 minutes, then I decided I just wanted to go straight home. <span style="color: #88bb21;"><i>No mall for me.... </i></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope everyone has a great weekend! </div><div style="text-align: center;">See you Monday!</div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-42836138470476055512011-07-25T17:57:00.000-04:002011-07-25T17:57:58.256-04:00cookies & meIf you don't know already, I'm a <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b><i><u>cookie monster!</u></i></b></span> I love all types of cookies and I don't go a day without thinking about them. I know that's pretty sad, but it's very true. If I don't think about cookies, I think about chocolate which in the end leads me to chocolate chip cookies - they're obviously my fave.<br />
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The past week, I've been craving chocolate more than usual (gee, I wonder why). So I picked up a box of chocolate chip cookies and put them in the shopping cart while the BF wasn't looking. We got home, unpacked all the groceries and that was when he finally realized that I had bought an entire box of cookies for myself - I really wasn't planning on sharing. That night went by... I had two cookies. The next night went by... I had three cookies. The next night, I told myself that I needed to lay off the cookies for a night. Well, they were staring me right in the eyes! They looked so tasty...<br />
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I forced myself not to give in to those beautiful, delicious cookies. Fortunately, for once, it actually worked - I didn't have a single cookie, but boy were they<span style="color: black;"><i> in trouble</i></span> last night!<br />
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That's right! I nommed on not just one, but three absolutely delicious chocolate chip cookies! .....And <span style="color: #88bb21;"><u><b>boy did I enjoy it!</b></u></span>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-89928104539707179642011-07-22T15:39:00.000-04:002011-07-22T15:39:31.628-04:00i want to scream every timeSoo I'm sure everyone has seen a local car dealer commercial, right? Well, I personally cannot stand them! I'm not kidding when I say I want to scream every time I see one...<br />
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As a graduated marketing major, I know for a fact that the people making these commercials are <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b><u>complete idiots!</u></b></span> I'm sure they just took the idea of the vice president of the company and went with it. Either way, the VP should have some kind of business and marketing background, but from the looks of these commercials, it looks like he went to <span style="color: black;"><i>Clown College (literally)</i></span>.<br />
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The one I saw today that made me write this was probably one of the worst ones I have seen. Here's a little taste of what it looked like:<br />
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The VP was dressed up in a <span style="color: black;"><u>clown costume</u></span> while the GM was dressed in a <span style="color: black;"><u>cowboy costume</u> just telling people to buy their cars</span>. WTF is wrong with these people? Honestly, I don't even remember which car dealer the commercial was advertising... that's how bad it was!<br />
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Worst commercial ever! Well... <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b><i>worst car dealer commercial EVER!</i></b></span>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-56785113278425005852011-07-21T15:40:00.000-04:002011-07-21T15:40:28.302-04:00fishing disasterOkay, so I know it's been a while and I'm so sorry. I have seriously been the laziest person since I got back from Florida on Monday, but from now on I think I'll be posting regularly :)<br />
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Anyway... we had sooo much fun in Florida and we can't wait to go back - we're really thinking about moving there. While we were there, the BF and I spent a lot of time <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b><u>fishing.</u></b></span> We caught a whole lot of fish, obviously we released them right away. We fished all day for the first 3 days until we were rudely interrupted by a nasty catfish. By nasty catfish, I mean a <span style="color: black;"><i>SPIKY catfish!</i></span><br />
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Catfish apparently have really sharp fins on their sides and back. And... well... the BF got stuck by one of them!<br />
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Of course I freaked out because... well... it went right through the top of his knuckle! His finger swelled up - basically it was double the normal size.<br />
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Finally, the BF's finger is now back to normal size and feeling better. We're just thankful that it wasn't a serious injury. It <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b style="font-style: italic;">could've been worse... </b></span>but we're so happy it wasn't.Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-49268460243273547762011-07-20T18:29:00.000-04:002011-07-20T18:29:04.972-04:00and the winner is....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Congratulations to <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b>Elizabeth</b></span> from <span style="color: black;"><u><b><i>The Chic Blonde!</i></b></u></span></span><br />
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You have won the <span style="color: black;">$25 VISA Gift Card!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you to everyone for participating. I can't wait to do another giveaway! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, I will be back to posting regularly tomorrow (I've been so lazy since I got back from vacation, I'm sorry)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #88bb21;"><b>Happy Hump Day!</b></span></div><br />
</div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-27685701675414216382011-07-19T16:51:00.000-04:002011-07-19T16:51:57.033-04:00a stroll down memory lane: party dress failAlmost 2 years ago, my second cousin got married and of course I attended the wedding. As most of you know, I'm not really a girly-girl, but when I have an event like this to attend, I <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b>dress appropriately</b></span>. In this case, it was a very formal wedding in a beautiful ballroom type event space - marble floors, a gorgeous outdoor garden, an indoor waterfall type thing, etc. It must have cost a small fortune to have that wedding!<br />
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Anyway... I knew about the wedding a few months in advance and I also knew that I didn't have a formal dress that I could wear to the wedding. Well, the day before the wedding, I still had not purchased a dress! Obviously this led to hours of dress shopping. I may not be the girly-girl type, but I am a very picky person when it comes to clothing (especially when it's an occasion that requires me to look pretty and formal). Surprisingly, about an hour later, I found what seemed to be the <span style="color: black;"><i>perfect strapless dress</i></span>. I bought the dress and a cute pair of shoes and that was all I needed.<br />
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I was ready to have a wonderful time at a beautiful wedding - or so I thought.... The BF and I arrived at the wedding all handsome and pretty - him in his suit, me in my "perfect" dress. We were sitting at the reception tables for most of the day, but then the bride and groom decided they wanted everyone on the dance floor. Well, not only am I an inexperienced heels-walker, but apparently I'm also an inexperienced dress-wearer. I stood up without noticing that I was stepping on the front of my dress, started walking, and... well... you probably know the rest.....<br />
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My dress had fallen and my boobs were exposed for all 250 wedding attendees to see! I quickly pulled the dress back up, but I was so embarrassed that I had to leave the wedding immediately following the incident. I didn't know who, if anyone, actually saw what had happened, but I had to leave immediately! I couldn't believe what had happened, but lesson learned: <span style="color: #88bb21;"><u><i><b>strapless dresses are EVIL!</b></i></u></span>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-48894753563949552452011-07-15T16:28:00.000-04:002011-07-15T16:28:05.008-04:00oh, the hotness!Okay, so I know this is Florida, but <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b>DAMN it is hot!</b></span> When I was here in April, it was not as hot as it is now - it's about 90 degrees outside and feels like 100. That is not my kind of weather, but I'm dealing with it of course.<br />
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We've been spending most of our time by the pool, but that doesn't really cool us down considering that the pool itself is 90 degrees. Yes, I said <span style="color: black;"><i>90 degrees!</i></span><br />
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Basically, it's really hot! Soo anyway, here's a few photos I wanted to share:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be back to <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b><u>posting regularly on Monday! </u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a great weekend everyone!</div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-14665672051001963622011-07-14T17:43:00.001-04:002011-07-14T17:43:45.676-04:00how did that happen?!Soo this <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><i><b>past weekend</b></i></span> was actually pretty decent. The BF and I ended up going to a family BBQ at his grandmother's on Sunday, which turned out to be a lot of fun. The weather was perfect - in the mid 80's and sunny - and... well... it was just a good time for all of us!<br />
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The BF and his family played croquette for hours - yes, of all the games they could play, they chose to play croquette (weird, I know, but it looked like they were having tons of fun and I have to admit I had fun watching!). We were all outside way past when the mosquitoes came out - basically until the sun went down. Well, that was Sunday.<br />
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Monday night, I was just laying around when I started to feel a little itchy. It wasn't just in one place either - it was a bunch of different places all over my body. I was wondering what the heck could have caused the itchiness. Then I remembered... I was outside with mosquitoes all night the night before! I thought that if I had any bug bites, I would have noticed them Sunday night. Well, I guess not because I sure was itchy as hell! ... and not just on my legs either. Those damn mosquitoes got me <span style="color: black;">right on the @$$!</span> TWICE - one on each cheek!<br />
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Of all the places I could have gotten bit by these mosquitoes, I didn't think my butt was one of them! It's not like I was butt-@$$ naked or even wearing shorts... I was wearing capris! <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b><u>Damn mosquitoes!</u></b></span>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-7971636894517441722011-07-13T14:56:00.000-04:002011-07-13T14:56:35.958-04:00florida, here i comeSome of you may know that my family has a vacation home in <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b><i>Florida</i></b></span>. Well, that's where the BF and I will be less than 24 hours from now! We'll be waking up at 5:30am (yuck!) to catch an 8am flight and we will arrive in Florida around 10:30am. Soo basically this is what we'll be doing tomorrow morning:<br />
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<div>Sorry for the squiggly lines! I'm nervous for some reason. Anyway... we'll be there <span style="color: black;"><i>until Monday</i></span>, but don't worry because I'm pretty sure I'll still be blogging since I'll have my laptop and wi-fi internet access at the house. I'm going to try spending as much time as possible outside working on my tan by the pool and fishing, but it's supposed to be in the upper 80's and scattered thunderstorms the entire time we're there, so I may spend some time inside.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The last time I was down there, which was in April, I didn't get to see a thunderstorm - we didn't even have a single drop of rain! This time, they're predicting scattered showers and storms while we're there, so I'm really looking forward to seeing a good thunderstorm.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Soo that's what I'll be doing this weekend! I just wanted to let everyone know in advance since I may or may not be blogging (most likely I will). I'm soo excited! <span style="color: #88bb21;"><u><b>Florida, here I come!</b></u></span></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-13968832014953726642011-07-12T16:45:00.000-04:002011-07-12T16:45:27.735-04:00ouch! wtf was that?!I'm a <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><i><b>very self-conscious</b></i></span> person - I'm always worried about what other people think of me. I know it's wrong and I shouldn't worry so much, but I do. It's not that I'm not myself (believe me, I'm myself), it's just I think and worry way too much.<br />
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I'm much too lazy to do my hair and makeup every morning, but that doesn't mean I don't care about the way I look. I always try to look presentable no matter where I go - this just means I don't leave the house looking like a <span style="color: black;"><i>complete</i></span> mess. So obviously since I don't do my makeup every day, I never really see my face close up.<br />
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Anyway... getting to the point - the BF and I were just lounging around the house one day last week when he started sweetly rubbing my cheek. Well, it turns out that he somehow found a hair! No, this is NOT a normal occurrence and I do NOT have facial hair - I'm 22 damn it! He realized that this wasn't just any hair though... it was a <span style="color: black;"><b><i><u>monster hair!</u></i></b></span><br />
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At least it was blonde! Anyway... I told him to try pulling it out, so he did and I let out a nasty scream because seriously, this thing was about 2 inches long (wtf?)! Don't ask me how it got there or that long because I have absolutely no idea. I quickly ran to the bathroom, grabbed my handy-dandy tweezers, and plucked that baby out like a mofo! Be gone monster hair - and please <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b><i>never come back!</i></b></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Oh & don't forget to check out and enter my Giveaway for 175!</b></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-80887464407360642372011-07-11T16:55:00.000-04:002011-07-11T16:55:16.227-04:00marionette, me.Soo the BF and I were <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b>super bored</b></span> the other night. We sat around for about an hour discussing possibilities of things to do....<br />
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<div><div style="text-align: center;">..... without any real outcome as you can see! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I don't know why I'm squatting - sorry about that)</span></div></div></div><div><br />
</div><div>So in an attempt to make our boredom a little less torturous, the BF decided to play a game with me. That game was <span style="color: black;"><u><i>make Katie into a marionette</i></u></span>.<br />
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Okay, maybe I didn't mean it literally, but what happened was the BF grabbed hold of my feet while I was laying on my back and started waving them around in the air (like he just didn't care - yea, sorry, I had to do it). He was actually having a great time and I couldn't have been laughing harder. I think it was a fun night after all! .... Seriously, <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b><i>how lame are we?</i></b></span></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-16280839380184299592011-07-08T14:35:00.002-04:002011-07-09T00:38:14.008-04:00calm down, i'm not that bad am i?The BF was sick all last week with a nasty cold which led to the <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><i>bronchitis</i></span> he has now. Fortunately he's feeling a heck of a lot better, but still has a small cough. Anyway... the entire time he was sick, I wanted to make things easier on him. He was stuck in bed for a couple of days with really nothing to do but watch TV (not that he doesn't love TV), but to make things worse the TV schedule was just horrible! It seemed like every channel he turned to had absolutely nothing decent on to watch. Finally, he resorted to putting on a movie we had lying around the house.<br />
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</div><div>Besides trying to make his in-bed experience better (boy that sounds dirty; it's not meant to be) I wanted to make things easier on him when we had to run a few errands - so he wasn't getting off the hook entirely. I figured I would be nice and decided that if we wanted to go out anywhere, I would drive. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Now, I never drive - <span style="color: black;"><b>I hate driving!</b></span> I've had my license for about 5 years now, but I only drive when I have to; for instance, if the BF has a few drinks at the bar, of course I drive (neither of us are that stupid)! But like I said, this week was different since he wasn't feeling well. Unfortunately though, this is what I had to deal with the entire time I was driving last week:<br />
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</div><div>Okay, maybe I exaggerated the situation a little bit, but I guarantee you that's what he was thinking. And either way I'm seriously starting to believe that he <span style="color: #88bb21;"><u>really doesn't like my driving</u></span>...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Have a great weekend!</b><br />
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<b>Don't forget to enter the Giveaway for 175!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Click the image on the sidebar for more information</span></div></div></div></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-48322005509144864312011-07-07T16:12:00.000-04:002011-07-07T16:12:31.446-04:00a stroll down memory lane: how'd that get in there?Okay, so there are so many <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><u>memories</u></span> I have of my college career. But one thing I remember more vividly than others...<br />
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The BF and I attended college together - by together I mean we took every single class together for 4 years straight. I know what you're thinking <span style="color: black;"><i>you're both out of your damn minds</i></span>, right? Well, somehow it just worked for us. Some of our classes we took online, but most were on campus. We would try our hardest every semester not to take early classes, which for us meant any earlier than 11am. Well, unfortunately there were a few semesters that we were forced to take 8am classes (yuck!)<br />
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8am classes meant that we had to wake up around 7am (even more yuck!). Now, at 7am the BF and I obviously aren't truly functioning human beings - we're <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b>barely conscious!</b></span> So we would get out of bed, brush our teeth, grab our things, and we'd be out the door. However, I specifically remember one day that I must have been less awake than normal. We started off our day the same as usual, sat down in the classroom with all the other students and waited for class to start. As we were waiting, I reached into my purse to grab a piece of gum for myself and guess what I found and pulled out instead??<br />
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My television <span style="color: black;"><b><i>remote control!</i></b></span> Every student was looking at me like I was some weirdo! I was so incredibly embarrassed, but I got over it quickly and everyone just had a good laugh. I told you I was <span style="color: #88bb21;"><i>less awake than usual!</i></span>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-19584672546193395172011-07-06T16:59:00.000-04:002011-07-06T16:59:25.488-04:00look at that hamster goAs some of you know, I'm holding a giveaway (<a href="http://ohheyylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/giveaway-for-175.html"><b>Giveaway for 175</b></a>). I'm not only giving away a $25 Visa gift card, but it also comes in a handmade card that was in fact made by myself.<br />
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Now, first let me say this: I like to <span style="color: black;"><u>collect hobbies</u></span> - some I'm good at and some I'm, well, not so good at. So over the weekend I was thinking of a neat way to be creative and personalize the gift card for the giveaway. I decided that I wanted whatever it was to be pink, black, and green of course, but that's all I knew at that point. So I searched the internet for all different ideas for gift card holders and wrappings when I stumbled upon a simple envelope. Then it came to me... I knew exactly what I wanted to do and that was to make a card with an envelope as the gift card holder. No more than 5 minutes later I approached the BF with this idea and his response was: <span style="color: black;">"<i>You're kidding, right?!</i>"</span> Well, no, I wasn't kidding and the next morning we were up and out the door to AC Moore for some paper. I got all my supplies, got home, and started at my new hobby.<br />
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I was looking at all the papers that were in front of me thinking about what exactly I wanted to do. The BF was staring at me. Next thing I knew these were the words that came out of his mouth: <span style="color: black;"><b><i>"Look at that hamster go!"</i></b></span><br />
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The BF thought I didn't have a clue what to do with the papers! Anyway... I won't bore you with all the details, but about an hour later I was finished and guess what?! - I made my very own envelope and card with my own hands! Yes, this was my very first attempt at paper crafting, and I think I did a pretty <span style="color: #88bb21;"><u>darn good job</u></span> if I do say so myself! I think I may have some natural paper crafting talent... or not - who knows.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Don't forget to enter my giveaway to win a $25 Visa Gift Card!</b></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-87669182026635814192011-07-05T11:30:00.005-04:002011-07-06T02:55:28.855-04:00giveaway for 175That's right! <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><i><b>GIVEAWAY TIME!</b></i></span><br />
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You guys are friggin' <span style="color: black;"><u>AWESOME</u></span>! By "you guys" I mean my followers & daily readers. I started this blog to make myself and the BF laugh - and that it did! Honestly, I think I laugh more while I'm writing my stories and drawing than you do while reading - I'm crazy, I know! Never in a million years did I think I would have 2 followers (including myself of course), let alone 175! Sooo I wanted to have a giveaway to say thank you, so let's get to it.......<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>THE PRIZE:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff32a9; font-size: large;"><i><b>$25 VISA GIFT CARD</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yep, that's right.. I'm giving away cold, hard cash (only it's in plastic form) & a fully handmade card by the one and only ME!<br />
<i>*Open worldwide</i></div><br />
<span style="color: black;"><b>Mandatory Entry:</b></span><br />
You are or have become a follower of this blog (+1 entry)<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><b>Additional entries:</b></span><br />
1. Tweet or RT about this giveaway (+1 entry)<br />
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<u>Please include in the email:</u><br />
<i>Your name & What would you do with the $25 Visa Gift Card???</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Remember to comment below for each entry!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">**Max of 5 entries per person - that's a lot; what's wrong with me? Lucky followers!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Giveaway will end at 11:59PM EST on July 18th and winner will be announced on or around July 20th. Sound good?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #88bb21;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Enter away!!</span></b></span></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-11876246489362542112011-07-04T12:49:00.000-04:002011-07-04T12:49:28.240-04:00for just one dayOkay, so I've noticed that most of us that follow blogs here are females. With that being said, I have a question for all of you. <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><i>If you could be <u>anything</u> for just one day what would it be?? </i></span><br />
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I've thought about this for many, many years... You would not believe how many things I have come up with, but it's always that <i>one thing</i> that comes back every time. I'm almost positive all of you reading this have thought about the same thing at one time or another, so here goes....<br />
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If I could be anything for just one day I would <span style="color: black;"><b style="font-style: italic;">be a guy!</b></span> - Not it a weird way. Now, I'm not saying I want to be a male forever in any way, but seriously, I just want to know what it's like to be a man... and everything that comes with it! I mean there is just so much that we don't know as girls and it kind of bothers me. Maybe I'm just weird, but I really am curious to know what it's like to be a dude! Honestly, even though I would want to do this, I think I'd be a little freaked out if it actually happened.<br />
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Am I weird? Have you thought about this too? Anyway... think about this... if you could be anything for just one day, <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b>what would you be</b></span>???<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">P.S. I will make my <span style="color: black;"><u><i>special announcement</i></u></span> tomorrow instead - Please be sure to check it out!</div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-11645476309088455622011-07-01T16:31:00.000-04:002011-07-01T16:31:46.454-04:00another award.. for me?!<div style="text-align: center;">I gots another award!!</div><br />
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Last night I received another award (boy, am I popular or what? - Hah, yeah right)! I was so excited when I got it from Anna at <a href="http://annawalker1992.blogspot.com/"><b>Acquainted With The Night</b></a> because it's the <span style="color: black;"><i>Best Blog</i></span> award! How cool is that?! Thank you so so much for the award!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><i>Award Rules:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Share 7 random things about yourself</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Answer a few questions (found below)</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Award 15 bloggers</div><br />
Soo here I go!.....<br />
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<span style="color: #ff32a9;"><u><b>7 Random Things About Me:</b></u></span><br />
1. I never wear socks when I'm sleeping<br />
2. I love men's pajama pants - don't judge, they're soo comfy!<br />
3. I rinse my utensils before using them (yes, even when they just came out of the dishwasher)<br />
4. I'm Polish and blonde - no jokes please!<br />
5. I'm currently obsessed with Words With Friends<br />
6. I live in "the sticks"<br />
7. I am in love with Marc Roberge from O.A.R - such a great voice & so damn sexy.<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><b><u>Questions & Answers:</u></b></span><br />
Favorite Color: <i>I flip flop between pink and green - obviously</i><br />
Favorite Song: <i>Conquering Fools by O.A.R</i><br />
Favorite Dessert:<i> S'more Brownies</i><br />
Biggest Pet Peeve: <i>Lying - just tell me the truth damn it!</i><br />
When you're upset, you...: <i>Rant a little, cry a little, throw things, eventually calm down and get over it</i><br />
Favorite Pet: <i>Dogs, of course</i><br />
Black or White?: <i>Black</i><br />
Biggest Fears: <i>One of my biggest fears is deer</i><br />
Best Feature: <i>Eyes</i><br />
Everyday Attitude: <i>Sarcastic</i><br />
What is Perfection: <i>You know it when you see it or feel it </i><br />
Guilty Pleasure: <i>Philly cheese steaks - soo bad for you, but YUM!</i><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><u><b>I awarded these blogs:</b></u></span><br />
<a href="http://missblondiexoxo.blogspot.com/">A Little Bit of This & That</a> - <a href="http://living4london.blogspot.com/">Across The Pond</a> - <a href="http://theplatinumbatch.blogspot.com/">The Platinum Batch</a> - <a href="http://herlatenightcravings.blogspot.com/">Her Late Night Cravings</a> - <a href="http://suitcaseandstilettos.blogspot.com/">A Suitcase and Stilettos</a> - <a href="http://deardarlingxoxo.blogspot.com/">Dear Darling~xoxo</a> - <a href="http://little-red-fox.blogspot.com/">Little Red Fox</a> - <a href="http://living-by-loving.blogspot.com/">Living By Loving</a> - <a href="http://www.youstirme.com/">You Stir Me</a> - <a href="http://sweetestpetunia.blogspot.com/">The Sweetest Petunia</a> - <a href="http://cmae-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/">Happiness is...</a> - <a href="http://www.lovelywanderlust.com/">WanderLust Fashion</a> - <a href="http://www.keepingupwithkellyandco.com/">Keeping Up With Kelly & Co.</a> - <a href="http://pinkchampagneprep.blogspot.com/">Pink Champagne</a> - <a href="http://fourflightsoffancy.blogspot.com/">Four Flights of Fancy</a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">**Some of these are repeats, but you know what... they deserve it! & Let me tell you.. it is soo hard to choose only 15. If I had more patience I would give more!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Thank you soo much again & have a wonderful weekend!</div><div style="text-align: center;">See you Monday! (with a <span style="color: #88bb21;"><i>special announcement</i></span>)</div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-47315199348355398932011-06-30T16:36:00.000-04:002011-06-30T16:36:13.598-04:00sleep-time ouchiesThe BF has been sick with a cold the past few days which gave me the opportunity to watch him sleep - no, not in a creepy way! NyQuil really knocked him on his @$$, so he was zonked out before I even turned the lights off. Normally he gets the pleasure of watching me sleep since he's always up later than me, but last night was <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b>my turn</b></span>!<br />
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He's told me so many times before that I do weird things in my sleep, like have weird conversations with myself. Obviously he has taken quite an interest in my sleep patterns (because they're oh-so-interesting - <span style="color: black;"><u><i>NOT</i></u></span>). Well, last night I got the chance to observe his, and boy did I learn a lot!<br />
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This is what happens when <span style="color: black;"><i>he sleeps</i></span>....<br />
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This is apparently what happens when <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><i>I sleep</i></span>...<br />
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This must be what happens when <span style="color: black;"><i>WE sleep</i></span>...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I now know where our leg bruises come from! <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b><i>Ouchies!</i></b></span></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-67662590784008675022011-06-29T16:06:00.000-04:002011-06-29T16:06:38.043-04:00you stomped mickey!Soo if you haven't noticed, the BF and I tend to cook a lot of food. We're always trying new recipes and fiddling with old ones. Now, obviously we all know that I'm not the best baker, but I have to say that when we cook dinner... it's always good (if it's not, well, that's the recipe's fault - <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b><u>not ours</u></b></span>)!<br />
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<div>The other night we made stuffed peppers like we've done so many times before. But this time was different... <span style="color: black;"><i>we messed up</i></span>! We, yes I said <span style="color: black;">WE</span>, forgot to put tin foil over them before putting them in the oven. What does that mean, you ask??... It means they were <span style="color: #ff32a9;">burnt to a crisp</span>! I know I said if the food isn't good it's the recipe's fault, but this time I guess I have to fully take the blame... or I could say that the recipe was too far away for me to read, so it's still the recipe's fault - I think I'm gunna go with that! Anyway.. we still ate the stuffed peppers, but once we were finished with dinner we noticed Molly staring down something black on the kitchen floor. The BF walked over to see what it was - it was a burnt piece of stuffed pepper shaped like Micky Mouse! I didn't even get to take a picture of it because next thing we knew....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Molly stomped Mickey! I wanted to yell at her, but with those puppy eyes.. I just couldn't - it's not like she really did anything bad, right? I love her, but <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b><i>what a little turd!</i></b></span></div></div></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-32465184041364966732011-06-28T15:32:00.000-04:002011-06-28T15:32:12.004-04:00not your typical girlYes, I'm a girl, but I'm <span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b><i>not your typical girl</i></b></span>. I was never the type to get up at 6AM to do my hair and makeup before I left the house... nor was I the girl that wore heels and dresses everywhere no matter where I was going. I'm actually just the opposite - I roll out of bed in the morning, put my hair up in a clip, put some clothes on, squeeze into my sneakers and I'm out the door! I never truly do my hair and I rarely wear makeup - I buy a lot of it, but I never seem to use it. If I do my makeup, it's normally a special occasion or I just want to feel pretty for the day - everyone has those days, right?<br />
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<div>So yesterday I ended up feeling quite unattractive and wanted to give myself a little makeover, if you want to call it that. I got a pedicure, a manicure, eyebrows waxed (these are part of my normal routine), but I didn't feel <span style="color: black;"><i>pretty enough</i></span>. This will show you how pathetic I really am - I ended up looking up videos of how to curl my hair. I do have to admit though that there are some really good how-to videos for hair and makeup all over the internet. Anyway, I found a bunch and decided to try it....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And here's how it turned out....</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Just kidding! For real now.... here's the result...</div><br />
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</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The curler slipped out of my hand - <span style="color: black;"><b>I burnt my neck!!</b></span> With half of my head curled, I stopped. Maybe I'll try again another day.<br />
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Curling irons are evil I tell you.... <span style="color: #88bb21;"><u><i><b>EVIL!</b></i></u></span></div></div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-84142103907250222702011-06-27T12:31:00.000-04:002011-06-27T12:31:33.457-04:00a stroll down memory lane: cookie disasterI stumbled on <a href="http://sundressesandsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-i-almost-burnt-house-down.html?showComment=1308708555752#c7756219083553522617">Sundresses & Smiles</a> the other night when I was reminded of a pretty embarrassing baking experience of mine. Mind you, I was pretty young.. I don't remember exactly how old, but I was probably around 14... ish.<br />
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I'm telling you now that I am a cookie addict - <span style="color: black;">I LOVE COOKIES!</span> For real, I'm a <i>cookie monster</i>. So one night I decided to bake some sugar cookies. Apparently I wasn't quite feeling chocolate chip that night which is actually pretty surprising since I have a serious chocolate addiction too, but anyway... I made sure I had all the ingredients and got the cookie sheet out. Once I was sure I had everything, I mixed all the ingredients together. Everything was going smoothly so far, then I started placing the cookie balls on the baking sheet one inch apart like I had read on the package. Once they were placed, I put them in the oven to begin baking....<br />
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<i>DING!</i> The timer went off and it was time to take the cookies out. I ran over to the oven, opened it, and what did I see? 12 cookies?? NO!..... <span style="color: black;"><u><i><b>ONE GIANT COOKIE</b></i></u></span>!!<br />
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I was wondering what the heck went wrong! Well, I finally realized later on that I read the package wrong - I was supposed to make 24 small cookies on two baking sheets not 12 big cookies on 1 sheet... Well, at least I thought it would make 12, but NO - just one giant cookie! Just a <span style="color: #88bb21;"><b><i>massive baking fail!</i></b></span>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3108975473248920258.post-27427823158804265082011-06-26T13:35:00.000-04:002011-06-26T13:35:38.749-04:00i gots an award<div style="text-align: center;">I really gots an award?! I can't believe it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>I received the <span style="color: black;"><i>One Lovely Blog</i></span> award yesterday from Teresita at <a href="http://www.trend-ish.com/"><b>Trend-ish</b></a>! I want to say thank you so much for the award - it's such a fantastic feeling to know that you and others enjoy reading my stories and looking at my pathetic stick figure drawings/animations. I love you all so much!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, let's get right to it.....</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"><i>Award Rules:</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">1. Link back to the person that gave you the award.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2. Share 7 random things about yourself.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">3. Award 15 blogs.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">4. Drop them a note to tell them about it.</div></div><br />
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<span style="color: #ff32a9;"><b><u>7 random things about ME</u>:</b></span><br />
1. I love makeup and have a lot of it, but I never wear it! - same with jewelry.<br />
2. I suffer from insomnia (I don't really suffer - I really like the quiet at night).<br />
3. I used to smoke - now I find it disgusting.<br />
4. I'm a complete nerd - I love technology, video games, etc.<br />
5. I never go anywhere without my cell phone (need to check that email).<br />
6. I can't wait to be engaged/married.. get on that BF!<br />
7. I try to eat healthy, but cookies and chocolate are my life.<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><i><u>I awarded these 15 blogs:</u></i></span><br />
<a href="http://theplatinumbatch.blogspot.com/">The Platinum Batch</a> - <a href="http://capturingitaly.blogspot.com/">Da Paura</a> - <a href="http://www.mrsmonologues.com/">Mrs. Monologues</a> - <a href="http://herlatenightcravings.blogspot.com/">Her Late Night Cravings</a> - <a href="http://suitcaseandstilettos.blogspot.com/">A Suitcase and Stilettos</a> - <a href="http://bryanandkategailey.blogspot.com/">Every Mile A Memory</a> - <a href="http://www.cornflakedreams.com/">Cornflake Dreams</a> - <a href="http://sweetraspberryjam.blogspot.com/">Raspberry Jam</a> - <a href="http://thebargainblonde.blogspot.com/">The Bargain Blonde</a> - <a href="http://www.starhughes.com/">Sarah Hughes Living</a> - <a href="http://cmae-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/">Happiness is...</a> - <a href="http://weareforever-xo.blogspot.com/">For Time & Eternity</a> - <a href="http://www.savethedate4cupcakes.com/">Save the Date for Cupcakes</a> - <a href="http://pinkchampagneprep.blogspot.com/">Pink Champagne</a> - <a href="http://kissanmakeup.blogspot.com/">Kiss an Makeup</a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Again, <span style="color: #88bb21;">thank you so much</span> & I hope everyone has a great Sunday! :)<br />
See you all tomorrow!</div>Katie Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533684340827834086noreply@blogger.com18