<?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-7209932</id><updated>2012-02-03T16:17:36.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>might be a 1/4 life crisis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-3022938271149998619</id><published>2009-07-23T11:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:53:17.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day...</title><content type='html'>J: rhetorical question&lt;br /&gt;A: shoot&lt;br /&gt;A: and you know i'm gonna try to answer it&lt;br /&gt;J: haha, yeah that's why i asked&lt;br /&gt;J: would you think less of a guy if he dated a stripper?&lt;br /&gt;A: full nude or only part?&lt;br /&gt;J: i always wondered what the female perspective would be&lt;br /&gt;J: you have a different opinion on both?&lt;br /&gt;J: haha&lt;br /&gt;A: i kinda do&lt;br /&gt;A: full nude? yes, I would think less.&lt;br /&gt;A: if it was bikini wearing stripping that someone did in college, I wouldn’t care.&lt;br /&gt;A: but if it's like a full nude professional&lt;br /&gt;A: kinda would care&lt;br /&gt;J: you'd think less of the guy?&lt;br /&gt;A: i would think less of him if he dated a nasty full nude dancer&lt;br /&gt;J: like he had low standards or something?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes&lt;br /&gt;J: yeah, that makes sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-3022938271149998619?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3022938271149998619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=3022938271149998619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/3022938271149998619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/3022938271149998619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2009/07/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day...'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-6246832168739089762</id><published>2009-07-15T11:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:42:40.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Horoscope...</title><content type='html'>Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;You can appear like the strong, silent type, so others might not even realize how lost you are today. Your thoughts keep running around in circles, preventing you from reaching any sensible conclusions about what's happening. Rather than admitting your confusion, you think it's best to keep your insecurities to yourself. You are correct in believing that everyone doesn't need to know your business, but sharing your fears with a trusted friend can help you feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty on point for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-6246832168739089762?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6246832168739089762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=6246832168739089762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6246832168739089762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6246832168739089762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-horoscope.html' title='Today&apos;s Horoscope...'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-5637462398481526608</id><published>2009-07-13T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:08:37.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Girl Moment</title><content type='html'>I'm trying not to have an angry girl moment right now but I'm failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just sucks to think that I wasted so much time on people that didn't deserve it...and yes, I know that I'm making a better time of it now but it just makes me so angry to think about it. I know that I should be happier because I do have awesome people in my life but it's the ones that cared more about themselves are making a much harder impact on my life. Their selfishness for themselves is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; because I STILL can't get them out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah....ok done venting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-5637462398481526608?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5637462398481526608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=5637462398481526608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/5637462398481526608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/5637462398481526608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2009/07/angry-girl-moment.html' title='Angry Girl Moment'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-6541410049191525824</id><published>2009-06-30T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:34:49.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Days</title><content type='html'>In 8 days I will be 26 years old. I know that doesn't seem very old but I feel like I'm getting up there..like I've lost some of my youth. Everything that I once new is completely gone. I'm just floating around with no direction and to be completely honest, I'm scared shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me all the time that I have good things going for me...that I'm on the right path but it doesn't feel that way to me. I still feel lost. I don't know what I want or what I need. I don't know what's the right thing for me anymore...did I make the right choices? Can I still make changes? Sometimes I don't think I'll ever have the answers to those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I shouldn't complain...I have a job, friends, family...people that care about me but I feel like there is still a void that I need to fill. Not sure what that is yet...but I'm determined to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-6541410049191525824?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6541410049191525824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=6541410049191525824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6541410049191525824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6541410049191525824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-days.html' title='8 Days'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-9168175764591670704</id><published>2008-02-12T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:23:50.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of Rufus......</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes...we are this desperate. Here we are laying on the floor wearing the t-shirt that Rufus created for his line at H&amp;amp;M clothing stores. These tank tops are to promote the fight against AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/mandee9983/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rwcontest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="425" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/mandee9983/rwcontest.jpg" width="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-9168175764591670704?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/9168175764591670704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=9168175764591670704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/9168175764591670704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/9168175764591670704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-love-of-rufus.html' title='For the love of Rufus......'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-871399168711331839</id><published>2008-02-11T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:08:01.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Hello to anyone still reading my blog... please go to the url below and watch the video my sister and I made for the Rufus Wainwright audition contest. We are begging for rating and comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v42VsakJJOA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v42VsakJJOA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-871399168711331839?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/871399168711331839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=871399168711331839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/871399168711331839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/871399168711331839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2008/02/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-6063938833070141732</id><published>2008-01-24T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:41:18.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Howdy all! Sorry I've been away... I wanted to keep my blog private to avoid certain people from reading this. Anyhow, I'm back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...so many things to blog about.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well first off let me start out with my new Valentine's day gift that I purchased for Tess. Check this out...isn't this adorable??? I tried to add the photo from the site but it was giving me problems so click on the link below. The one I purchased is the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one down called, "All You Need Is Love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairytalejewels.com/ValentinesDay2008.html"&gt;http://www.fairytalejewels.com/ValentinesDay2008.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love this website and the women that runs it is very sweet. I also purchased Tess' blessing beads for her Christening from this site and they were beautiful. I don't feel as if the photos do these pretty little things much justice and they are packaged so beautifully and they make a great gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.....seriously, the weirdest thing just happened! All of the power in my office just went out. Maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't be blogging! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright then, back to work I go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairytalejewels.com/ValentinesDay2008.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7209932-6063938833070141732?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6063938833070141732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=6063938833070141732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6063938833070141732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6063938833070141732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-in-action.html' title='Back in Action!'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-1863408730767096585</id><published>2007-09-28T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:54:53.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I have a new boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Conversation with Fred:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRED: A girl asked me out today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: by the way your my girlfriend at work now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: who asked you out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: ..and i'm guessing you said no if I'm your new girlfriend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: this girl christina that works in the bakery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: exactly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: was she was the one that was rubbing your shoulders the other day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: she has a lazy eye and is practically blind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: no that's marie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: oh wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: yeah, it was weird&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: THEN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: The payroll clerk from Watchung called me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: She said that everyone in her store thinks I have a sexy 900 number voice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: I think she was flirting with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: so lets recap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: I attract crazy girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: gay men&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: girls with lazy eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: and now older woman who like me based on my voice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: i love it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: it's been a weird day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: can I blog this conversation? please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda: lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRED: go for it&lt;/p&gt;So in the end I've come to the conclusion that Fred needs a girlfriend..a SANE girlfriend. Anyone available?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-1863408730767096585?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1863408730767096585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=1863408730767096585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/1863408730767096585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/1863408730767096585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-guess-i-have-new-boyfriend.html' title='I guess I have a new boyfriend'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-4607187198532572928</id><published>2007-09-24T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:47:12.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would. It had some promising points to it but none the less, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm in need of another vacation. Any ideas? The boy would like to go on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cruise&lt;/span&gt;..that kinda does sound like fun. I've never really been on a cruise so it would be something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I didn't feel so drained. I can't even begin to describe how beat up I am. I just need to sleep for a week to catch up. What I would really love to do is take a day off of work but that isn't going to happen, at least not for a few more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I also add to the mix how cranky I am? I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;' tired that I'm also in super bitch mode. I've been snapping at people left and right. I feel bad because that isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; my typically reaction but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough blog for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-4607187198532572928?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4607187198532572928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=4607187198532572928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/4607187198532572928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/4607187198532572928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-7339396452964348488</id><published>2007-09-18T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:36:52.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Insane' doesn't even being to cut it...</title><content type='html'>Oi.&lt;br /&gt;I've been completely insane at work.&lt;br /&gt;No time for checking my emails.&lt;br /&gt;No time for breaks.&lt;br /&gt;I work at least 2 hours past everyone else a night..&lt;br /&gt;and I still have SO much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a little about my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part my job is great. I'm the boss of my program and I have one person under me. I do postering and flyering for colleges around the US, Canada and PR. I enjoy what I do and I get along with my coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;...but in September....when it's back to school..... IT'S MADNESS! Everything is rush and last minute and it drives me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all my normal madness my boss has recently try to expand my program. My job consists of me staffing field reps to go out to colleges and post posters. I also staff college students to go around to colleges and pass out various flyers to students. To staff flyering projects is a lot harder then postering. Flyering is a big pain in the .... yeh .... you know. Anyhow, my program is now expanded to flyer or poster...anywhere and anything. This means... I could be passing out flyers or promotional materials, ANYTHING. This also means, I have rather LARGE clients..with rather LARGE location lists. I have so many reps and programs and clients.. I don't know when I'm going to get them all done but I am trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all of this I've been promoted in the last year and a few weeks ago, I got my own office. It's pretty exciting but it feels slight surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of growing up, what is with people I know getting engaged and married lately? I feel like I'm still SO young, yet some of my friends are already talking marriage and kids. I know that some people might be ready for those kind of life altering experiences but I really don't think I am. I'm sure that one day I will want to be married and have a child or children of my own..but when? When will I start looking at engagement ring and baby clothes and think to myself "I want that." Does it just hit you one day...is it something that grows on you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-7339396452964348488?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7339396452964348488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=7339396452964348488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7339396452964348488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7339396452964348488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/09/insane-doesnt-even-being-to-cut-it.html' title='&apos;Insane&apos; doesn&apos;t even being to cut it...'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-7729381013083967101</id><published>2007-08-13T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:49.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RsCs3YrcaXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pjgOfdZLVL8/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098264845700852082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RsCs3YrcaXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pjgOfdZLVL8/s320/hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not already seen the movie Hairspary now is the time. It will have you singing in your seat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention this boy......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098265069039151490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RsCtEYrcaYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vvD5NMmCbx4/s320/zac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;is adorable.&lt;br /&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/7209932-7729381013083967101?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7729381013083967101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=7729381013083967101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7729381013083967101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7729381013083967101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/08/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RsCs3YrcaXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pjgOfdZLVL8/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-6274195774215564581</id><published>2007-08-10T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:26:56.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally HERE!</title><content type='html'>Check out the video for the Rufus Wainwright contest! Give us a good rating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0n2TuSrOLM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0n2TuSrOLM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-6274195774215564581?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6274195774215564581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=6274195774215564581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6274195774215564581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6274195774215564581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-finally-here.html' title='It&apos;s Finally HERE!'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-3459737245671179281</id><published>2007-08-08T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:00:50.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for 5 o'clock</title><content type='html'>I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my work for the day and now I'm left with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm listening to Rufus on my Ipod in preparation for the concert on Friday. Woopie! I can't wait to go. I really hope Brooke and I win the video contest and can be on stage with Rufus! A dream come true for the Beyfuss-Powell sisters! I just hope if we do win that the two of us don't embarrass ourselves too badly. The last time Brooke and I met Rufus I just about cried and Brooke was so giddy she spoke to him as if she knew him for years. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm not sure what to blog about so I'll blog about something weird/gross that happened to me a few months ago. If you have a weak stomach..pass on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back I noticed I had a bug bite on the side of my neck just under my ear. After looking at it and inspecting it I couldn't figure out what the heck bit me. It was just a small little bite so I didn't think much of it. It did hurt a little but it didn't seem like much to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days the bite started to swell up..and it HURT. It was burring hot to the touch and it just ached. I decided to go to the doctors to have him look at it and he said indeed that I had a bug bite, with a bad infection. After dishing out some antibiotics he told me to go home and if the lump grew bigger I could try sticking a pin in it and drain some of the infection out. If nothing else, the antibiotic would stop the infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the stupid thing DOUBLED in size.. I freaked out but I decided to try the pin thing...no success. Nothing was coming out of this thing and it was looking worst by the minute. About 2 days went by and I was taking the antibiotics as directed but the bite still wasn't any better. The next day was Memorial Day, I was outside with my mother and my sister when Brooke looked over and shrieked, "AMANDA! YOU'RE NECK!" I ran into the house and looked in the mirror and it looked like a gumball under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry but instead I went to the ER. After waiting for 5 hours I finally saw a doctor. When the doctor arrive I wanted to bitch about how long I had to wait but instead I noticed this doctor looked like he belonged on ER or something..he was gorgeous. How could I be upset with such a gorgeous man saving lives everyday! The only downer to the whole situation was here I sit with a huge lump growing out the side of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking one look at me, then touching the bump and said, "Yeah....that's gonna come out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out?! And go where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the infection was so bad that he literally had to remove/drain this lump under my skin. So another hour passes and in the meantime I'm being stuck with tons of crap and cutting my infection out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the sexiest time in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was said and done I'm left with... I kid you not... a hole in my neck. I had to go for a follow up visit to my doctor and he told me I might need some surgery to help close up the scar. Again, I wanted to cry. I couldn't believe a BUG bite could get so horrible that I now need plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily a few weeks later, after bandages were removed, I was ok. I have a small red scar on my neck but other then that, no extra surgery needed. Thank GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-3459737245671179281?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3459737245671179281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=3459737245671179281' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/3459737245671179281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/3459737245671179281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/08/waiting-for-5-oclock.html' title='waiting for 5 o&apos;clock'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-7060804444709797127</id><published>2007-08-01T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:22:32.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weird 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Weird Facts About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.) I hate when people watch me eat. I always feel judged by what I put in my mouth and my other problem is fear of getting something stuck in my teeth and no one telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.) Blimps scare the CRAP out of me. I don't mean riding in a blimp.. I mean, I wouldn't do that either but seeing a blimp in the sky frightens me. Ever since I was a little kid I would run in the house away from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.) When I go into the bathroom at work I refuse to come out if there are people outside the stall doors. I don't mind if people see me going into the bathroom, just coming out weirds me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.) I hate buying food out of a vending machine. I would like people to believe that I never eat or have a craving for some yummy goodness in the vending machine. We have one at work and I think I've used it all of 3 times since I've been here...and there is some good stuff in it! I just can't bring myself to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.) I can't go more then 24 hours without shaving my legs. They have to be smooth all the time and if they aren't, I go insane. I shave them every time I take a bath/shower and if I take 2 showers in one day, I shave them. Even if I'm wearing pants in the dead of winter, my legs are smooth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you have 5 weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt; about you?&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/7209932-7060804444709797127?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7060804444709797127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=7060804444709797127' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7060804444709797127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7060804444709797127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-weird-5.html' title='My Weird 5'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-7725312689186520559</id><published>2007-08-01T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:50.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's been far too long since my last post, let's see if I can try to catch up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, vacation was great. We had such a nice time just lounging around Key West. The weather was ok, it was really, really hot about 99% of the time but we expected that. Key West kinda reminded me of a mini Mari Gras. Every night, people just walk the streets, drink, pub crawl and listen to live music. The only thing that was missing were the boobs and the beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093760513535247650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RrCsMvwuBSI/AAAAAAAAADM/CdW87l2q59A/s320/Southernmost+Pt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Southern Most Point! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093760874312500530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RrCshvwuBTI/AAAAAAAAADU/scaKhs7aYFs/s320/Pub.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Hogs Breath Saloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093761200730015042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RrCs0vwuBUI/AAAAAAAAADc/jHIwY2W8MKI/s320/Irish+Pub.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Kevin's Irish Pub &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093761445543150930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RrCtC_wuBVI/AAAAAAAAADk/1Ix1-kCb2aE/s320/Silly+Hat+and+Tattoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On the last day of our trip, Marcus and I got very drunk and purchased a few very stupid and very expensive hats. Here is the Cowboy Skull hat and my Henna tattoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093762051133539682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RrCtmPwuBWI/AAAAAAAAADs/5sBCbh2cvHU/s320/Drunk+in+airport.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Marcus has a dragon baseball cap and if you look a little to the left you can see his Superman Henna tattoo...lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093762411910792562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RrCt7PwuBXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Z4y8fRMD144/s320/passed+out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, Marcus passed out in Miami airport after a 2 hour flight delay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-7725312689186520559?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7725312689186520559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=7725312689186520559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7725312689186520559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7725312689186520559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RrCsMvwuBSI/AAAAAAAAADM/CdW87l2q59A/s72-c/Southernmost+Pt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-7626246266772262305</id><published>2007-07-23T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:51.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;With only a few days before I leave for vacation, I had a lot going on this weekend. Friday night Brooke and I went to see Ben Folds and John Mayer then on Saturday-Sunday I had a wedding to go to with Marcus. I had a really great time at both events and wanted to share some fun photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual Ben Folds was AMAZING. If you ever have the chance to see him in concert, do it. He is a great performer and an amazing musical talent. Every song that he played on Friday I knew by heart and did my best to sing, and sing loudly. I'm positive I pissed a few people in my section off with the expectation of this older man who sat in front of Brooke and I. He too enjoy Ben Folds and we ended up having a lovely discussion about him. I don't believe that Ben got the crowd support he deserved and to be honest to mix Ben Folds.. a not so radio played artist with pop icon John Mayer is just an odd combo. I mean, I couldn't have asked for a better show.. both of those men own my heart but still, odd none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090395913464972466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RqS4HPwuBLI/AAAAAAAAACU/sS8CJ8tntOE/s320/ben.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ben Folds, John Mayer too the stage and he was ... excellent. I know what everyone must be thinking.. John Mayer is a lame pop artist with no creative talent but that really isn't the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;John Mayer better known for "Your Body is a Wonderland" and "Daughters" is far from a 'pop-tart.' His guitar skills alone are drool worthy and it's very obvious that he will give 110% at his concert. What can I say, I love the man so much I even stole a lyric from one of his songs and used it as the title of this blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;..and we also can't deny, John Mayer is HOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090404378845512914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RqS_z_wuBNI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q-_LtnqSinA/s320/016%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090404245701526722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RqS_sPwuBMI/AAAAAAAAACc/xigRmsZOOmY/s320/015%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090404434680087778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RqS_3PwuBOI/AAAAAAAAACs/pTlLCjxdEAY/s320/017%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, here is a photo of me and Marcus from the wedding on Saturday. Sorry the photo is fuzzy but we're still cute! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090407527056540946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RqTCrPwuBRI/AAAAAAAAADE/I-YFtOpP3qU/s320/021%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&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/7209932-7626246266772262305?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7626246266772262305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=7626246266772262305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7626246266772262305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7626246266772262305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-photos.html' title='Weekend Photos'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RqS4HPwuBLI/AAAAAAAAACU/sS8CJ8tntOE/s72-c/ben.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-3380829864636399127</id><published>2007-07-18T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:52.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch of Things</title><content type='html'>Today I have a lot of things running around in my head. So here is a list (photo's included!) of some of the things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. 6 days till vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606459548821570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Rp5cnUcqaEI/AAAAAAAAABc/5_-ddetYuPs/s200/date.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Money (as in the lack their of)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606566923003986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Rp5ctkcqaFI/AAAAAAAAABk/JCzAXJb0nkE/s200/money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Having a terrible hair day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088607258412738690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Rp5dV0cqaII/AAAAAAAAAB8/H1SIr3DlnPE/s200/hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wanting to eat the entire jar of nuts sitting on my desk because I'm starving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088606695772022882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Rp5c1EcqaGI/AAAAAAAAABs/YsQ6uxg-o_8/s200/nuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. and the fact that I still have 8lbs to loose before Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...and after taking a look at this photo.. i have no butt! lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088604269115500594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Rp5an0cqaDI/AAAAAAAAABU/2kp6QTLPXiA/s200/tummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I have to go to the mall today to find a dress for a wedding on Saturday..and I can find NOTHING! All I want is a little black cocktail dress..is that so much to ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really want this dress but I can't find it at a White House Black Market store. Not to mention the price tag is $$$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088610831825528978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Rp5gl0cqaJI/AAAAAAAAACE/lv8AwUE6X6Q/s200/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There you have it, my list for the day! &lt;/p&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/7209932-3380829864636399127?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3380829864636399127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=3380829864636399127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/3380829864636399127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/3380829864636399127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/bunch-of-things.html' title='A Bunch of Things'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Rp5cnUcqaEI/AAAAAAAAABc/5_-ddetYuPs/s72-c/date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-9052440436344706271</id><published>2007-07-17T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:23:24.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Least Favorite Undergarment</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I needed a bra with clear straps. I've tried to wear strapless bras but when you are a C - cup the only thing a strapless bra will do is slowly fall down..or just fold under the pressure. I decided what I needed was a bra with clear straps, this way the bra will stay in place and the straps won't look horrible if they hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived to the store it was to my surprise that they also sell bras with clear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;straps&lt;/span&gt; and a clear back! Well this was something that sounded delightful so I went ahead and purchased it. A bra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whose&lt;/span&gt; straps are clear and then if I wear something low in the back, this will be perfect!! I've struck GOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I've decided to test my new bar out and let me just tell you...  it's the most God awful thing on this earth. The clear straps don't stay in place and the rubber back of this bra is horribly painful. When you sweat the stupid thing gets stuck to your skin and when you try to adjust it, the rubber just rubs at you. My skin is all red on my back and it's created a weird sort of suction to me. I feel like it's going to take over my body or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thank God that I'm wearing a zip up jacket with my top today because the bra is currently unhooked while I'm sitting at my desk. I couldn't stand the discomfort much longer and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unclasped&lt;/span&gt; the front of the bra. Which may I add did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; no good at all. The stupid thing is still STUCK to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone hand me a pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scissors&lt;/span&gt;, quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-9052440436344706271?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/9052440436344706271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=9052440436344706271' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/9052440436344706271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/9052440436344706271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-least-favorite-undergarment.html' title='My Least Favorite Undergarment'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-454749600147382286</id><published>2007-07-12T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:29:13.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Time!</title><content type='html'>I was bored today so I figured I'd do a survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What do people call you?&lt;/span&gt; Mand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;/span&gt; Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is it natural?&lt;/span&gt; Yes ma'am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How is it styled right now?&lt;/span&gt; No, it's just curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you have allergies?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you have any other medical issues?&lt;/span&gt; Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Are you on medication for anything?&lt;/span&gt; No....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt; Watching Tess and then going to see the Gin Blossoms concert! Woopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What are you doing this weekend? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow - Gin Blossoms, Saturday - NYC with Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hot yellow short-short for vacation. They are tiny and amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good is your eyesight? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fairly good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your mailbox? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows are in your room? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your bedroom walls? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your sheets? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is the carpet? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No carpet, just a black floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stalk people? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a stalker? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes..and they are scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A super yummy salad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your handwriting neat or sloppy? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A little bit of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a slob? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bedroom - Def. Work - Not at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you spend a lot of money on? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Clothes. Love em'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of shoes do you own? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No idea... 25+?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the door open or closed? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the closet doors open or closed? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was better: N*Sync or Backstreet Boys? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N'Sync.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you took a shower? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do for a living? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She works for the Human Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your dad right now? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good question... home? work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the prettiest person you know? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me. Just kidding... um... Tess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ipod - Twist and Shout - Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you read a lot? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not as much as I use to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you write a lot? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I blog and write songs... so yeh.. I guess a lot. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the biggest age difference between you and someone you've dated? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 years. Just call me Mrs. Robinson. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite thing to do when you were little? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Swim, play trumpet/guitar and annoy Brooke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rahway, NJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever shave your head? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people tell you that you're attractive? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear a lot of makeup? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not really, only if I'm doing a show or going somewhere fancy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time do you get up in the morning? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6:45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to get ready? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 hour +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look a lot like people in your family? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kinda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents still married? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you owe anyone money? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes I do and their name is Visa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What for? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Um.. gas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you kill bugs? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some bugs, not the really cute ones like a ladybug. That would just be mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blimps, and don't laugh! I hate them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person or people you hung out with?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Marcus - last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you went? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cat? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dog? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your underwear? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sports? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like art? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like math? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your school? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well... I did like my school I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents strict? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How old is the average person doing this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time do you have to be home? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh good lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch TV a lot? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No as much as I would like..but my top favorite channel is Discovery Heath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite movie? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've got tons... Bridget Jones' Diary is up there.. so is Love Actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your last relationship fail? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A few reasons.. don't even care to go into that right now. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pink clothing? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear a lot of black? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tan? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right now I have a little tan going on. I don't get very dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5'5 - The tallest women in my house! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever ask someone out? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the rain? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A white top and jean carpi pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever want to be famous? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get one of your scars? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The last scar I have is one on the side of my neck. I was bitten by  a bug and got a huge infection that needed to be removed. It was pretty nasty but it's healing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get in fights a lot? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I try not.. but fights seem to find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the chicken pox? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you get sick a lot? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many living things live in your house? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol...5 people, 4 dogs, 2 cats, and 4 mice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What math are you in? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you save a lot of things that are important to you?  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, if you see my room, you will know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you believe in fortunes from fortune cookies? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you kissed? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marcus / Tess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hugged? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you rode with in a car? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go bungee jumping? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever travel to a country without indoor plumbing? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sure! But I would bring my own T.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like people?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, we are an evil, vial race!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-454749600147382286?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/454749600147382286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=454749600147382286' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/454749600147382286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/454749600147382286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/survey-time.html' title='Survey Time!'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-2765499985277348075</id><published>2007-07-10T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:18:15.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please sir, can I have some more?</title><content type='html'>I told my friend Tania at work not to let me drink any diet soda. I've been pretty good for the most part and haven't had much the past two weeks. Today I had a craving and here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: what are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;Tania: not much&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: i need a beverage of the diet soda kind&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: wanna come for a walk?&lt;br /&gt;Tania: no, cuz you don't need it&lt;br /&gt;Tania: you're not allowed&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: gah!!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: but i haven't had bread!! give me my diet sodaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Tania: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Tania: no&lt;br /&gt;Tania: no means NO&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: fine. i'll drink water.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: again.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: tons of it&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: so i pee every 36 seconds!!&lt;br /&gt;Tania: better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. All I want is a little diet soda! And knowing her she will stalk out the vending machine to see if I venture over there. Looks like it's more H2O for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-2765499985277348075?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2765499985277348075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=2765499985277348075' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/2765499985277348075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/2765499985277348075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-sir-can-i-have-some-more.html' title='Please sir, can I have some more?'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-4705344052203701536</id><published>2007-07-06T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:53.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs w/ pictures are fun!</title><content type='html'>This week I've been looking at some photos and I wanted to share those with everyone. I'll try to include a little story with each photo. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084108696268910722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Ro5h7CiVMII/AAAAAAAAAAk/LSpHOswC7wc/s320/girls11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ashley's Ghetto Party: The title of this party pretty much says it all. And yes, those are corn-rows in my hair, a solo cup in Ashley's hand and two little toy dolls in Regina's hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084109714176159890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Ro5i2SiVMJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/c8IHeWxdJIs/s320/fredamanda.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;Fred's Birthday Dinner: This is probably my favorite photo of Fred and myself. This is a great example of how we are all the time. I'm loud and Fred is surprised. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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_5084110444320600226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Ro5jgyiVMKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fVPvAN-Xe2Y/s320/hall6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="338" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/mandee9983/hal8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Everything Naughty' Halloween Party: This was probably the best Halloween party that my friends and I threw. In the picture above &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; was a naughty ref (her shorts said '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;penalty&lt;/span&gt; box')and I was a naughty lumberjack. The following pic has Ashley as a naughty girl scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084113051365748914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Ro5l4iiVMLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Eqfz1_yXwAo/s320/meme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pepsi Play for a Billion Challenge: Photo of my sister and I before we went went to see the Pacific ocean for the first time. It was a night filled with a crazy taxi driver, peeing on a beach and cartwheels in the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/mandee9983/ShowParty062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Last Minute Show @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Trackside&lt;/span&gt;: Allison signing my boob after the show. I don't really know how that all went down but it was a good time none the less. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084116813757100226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Ro5pTiiVMMI/AAAAAAAAABE/ChHMAeMzDFw/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY PICTURE OF MY BOYFRIEND SMILING! I know he can smile, and he has a great one at that..but this is the only photo I have of it and as you can see.. I'm not in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7209932-4705344052203701536?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4705344052203701536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=4705344052203701536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/4705344052203701536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/4705344052203701536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogs-w-pictures-are-fun.html' title='blogs w/ pictures are fun!'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/Ro5h7CiVMII/AAAAAAAAAAk/LSpHOswC7wc/s72-c/girls11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-7988120875050784394</id><published>2007-07-05T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:20:40.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back and Ahead</title><content type='html'>It's t-minus 3 days until I'm 24 years old. As much as I love my birthday I'm really not as excited for it as I use to be. I know this is going to sound insane but this year more then any other year, I'm feeling older. There are a lot of things that I still would like to do and I feel like I won't have the time for or that I'm getting too old to do them and that's scary to me. I'm not a child anymore and I know I have to start thinking about my future. It's just so weird to me that I have to start planning my 401k, retirement plan and benefits. I think about being 65 years old how my life is going to be and all of that is based on the decisions that I'm making now. I don't want to suffer from mistakes that I've made in life but then again, I don't want to miss out on an experience either. Does that make an sense? Probably not..but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is a list of things that I would like to do in my 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year on this earth. If anyone has anything else good to add, please do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit my brother in California&lt;br /&gt;2. Volunteer time to an organization (after school program, food drive...etc)&lt;br /&gt;3. Record a REAL demo with my band.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ask for a larger raise at work. (I bust my butt here and I'm still mighty poor. Need to change that asap!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Dye my hair a color OTHER then blond. (Sorry Mom, it's due time.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish paying off my car.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop drinking soda...again.. I didn't drink soda for 2 years and within the last few months I started again....::sigh:: I gotta kick the habit!&lt;br /&gt;8. Audition for more plays. It's been too long since I've done one and I'd like to give it another try.&lt;br /&gt;9. Teach Bruce how to sit and not run out the front door.&lt;br /&gt;10. Possibly look into finding an apartment. (Again, sorry mommy but I've gotta leave the nest some day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please note that getting engaged, married or having a child is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; on this list...Mom. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-7988120875050784394?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7988120875050784394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=7988120875050784394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7988120875050784394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/7988120875050784394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/looking-back-and-ahead.html' title='Looking Back and Ahead'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-8637054201079002183</id><published>2007-07-02T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:53.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One post wasn't enough today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know I already posted something this morning but I have nothing else better to do then to write another blog. It's hard to sit in front of computer all day with not much to do. It leaves entirely too much time for thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going on vacation in exactly 23 days from today. This year I'm going to Key West with my boyfriend and it's our first vacation together. It should be a good time but thinking about being in a bathing suit for at least 70% of the time is nerve racking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean for the most part, I'm ok with the way I look but my boyfriend for whatever reason is like...diet crazy! He's the one that doesn't need to diet but he's the one being crazy about it which makes me REALLY crazy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm doing Atkins and I hate it. First off, I really don't eat a lot of meat so right away this diet is so not for me. I've been trying to eat eggs for breakfast, a salad every day for lunch and then one or the other for dinner. For snacks I'm mostly been eating polly-o string cheese..the saving grace of this stupid diet. I know it's not the healthiest way to lose weight but it was working for a while (down 9lbs! woo-hoo!) and I need to keep it up before I get on this plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the down side to this whole diet is that July is a busy birthday month. Yesterday was Brooke's b-day and I couldn't resist having a rather large slice of a delicious chocolate cake. I can honestly say that was totally not on Atkins but I've been STARVING myself and I needed the cake to regain my sanity. Then next Sunday is my birthday, then my dad's is on the 23rd..Marcus' is on the 31st... and the list goes on. All these birthdays and the...dinners...drinks....cakes... ugh, so hard to resist! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in order to combat these craving I've devised a plan! I've saved the picture of the bathing suit I ordered and I keep it on my computer at work...when I get the urge to eat something naughty I look at this picture and think to myself, "Ok Amanda... you are wearing THIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082697747972567154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RolerCiVMHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x7tNpVrPWi0/s320/suit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on vacation. REMEMBER THAT!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the most part this plan has worked. I'm currently going to print this photos and carry in my pocket at all times. Damn it, I'm going to stick to this diet, even if it kills me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7209932-8637054201079002183?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8637054201079002183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=8637054201079002183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/8637054201079002183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/8637054201079002183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-post-wasnt-enough-today.html' title='One post wasn&apos;t enough today.'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RolerCiVMHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x7tNpVrPWi0/s72-c/suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-8897305997204993649</id><published>2007-07-02T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:53.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce</title><content type='html'>Last year right around this time I was given probably one of the best gifts I could have ever asked for..my little black pug, Bruce. He was an early birthday gift for my 23rd birthday and I couldn't have asked for anything better. For YEARS all I wanted was a little black pug to call my own and it was finally a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my dog his name because when he was put in my lap he looked up at me the name just clicked. He reminded me of Batman with his little black face and a small oval circle on his chest. For years I told everyone that when I finally got my pug I would name him Pudgie but seeing this little man I knew that name was just not fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you check out my sister's blog you will see just how serious I was about naming this dog Pudgie.. &lt;a href="http://brookenpatrick.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html"&gt;http://brookenpatrick.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Bruce has come into our house he has been a little bit more of a handful then anyone expected. If you know anything about pugs you understand they are VERY hard to train. They are so stubborn and they just don't want to do anything unless they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, it's taken Bruce a little less then a year to learn how to potty outside. Pugs are known to have a very small systems and they can't hold their bowels for too long. If we are out for a long period of time Bruce will kindly leave us a little gift...usually in the hallway. The little guy really can't help it but I know it's a pain. Bruce also likes to try and run out our front door. Anytime someone is walking in/out we yell, "someone hold Bruce!" Then one of us grabs him and we can exit safely. A few times he has gotten out but he never gets any further then the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to those things Bruce knows he shouldn't jump up on Tess because he can knock her down..and he knows he shouldn't steal clothes out of the laundry room and run around the house with them..but he can't help getting into trouble. It's like his calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was first home it was obvious that he was going to rule the house. With 3 other dogs 10x times bigger then he was he still managed to do whatever he wanted, when he wanted to do it. It's the running joke that his catch phrase is, "I'm Bruce Wayne! I do what I want!!" mainly because he did. If he wanted to get from point A to point B he never walked around something..he walked over it or through it. If was laying on the bed and he wanted to lay on the other side of my head he just walked over my face. I would then change the phrase to say, "I'm Bruce Wayne I do what I want! If you wanna get in my way, I'll walk on your face! You take my toy!?? I'll take it back!" That's just how little Bruce is and as annoying as those things sound I think it's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this being said, Bruce has managed to make himself some enemies in our home -Brooke and Brandon. I feel bad for Bruce because I know he means well but he gets under their skin. He's a handful and I try to get him to behave but he's still a baby and he is learning. He's learning slowing..but still learning! I do try to remind Brooke and Brandon of this but they don't seem to have the patience for it. Brandon tells Bruce that one day he will make 'Bruce Stew" and I hear my sister say the following daily; "BRUCE NO! DROP IT! DON'T JUMP ON TESS! BRUCE YOU SMELL, GET AWAY FROM ME!" Brooke also likes to tell Bruce that he's 20lbs of ugly which I completely disagree with. Bruce is 17lbs of adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with all that being said, I just want everyone to know that even if Bruce is a handful he's still my man, and I love him! I mean, look at this face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082612132094488674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RokQziiVMGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o-e9R7NG3zw/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..how could you not love that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209932-8897305997204993649?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8897305997204993649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=8897305997204993649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/8897305997204993649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/8897305997204993649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/bruce.html' title='Bruce'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RokQziiVMGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o-e9R7NG3zw/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-4534629474432049021</id><published>2007-06-29T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:55.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before I get into this blog let me please point out that I'm a VERY hard worker. I bust my butt at work but right now my job is very slow with work. We mainly work with schools and this is our off-season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm going out with the girls after work and most of the time I don't always look my best so I decided I was going to straighten my hair in an attempt to make an effort . Now if you know me, you will see that my hair is very curly. It's just the easiest way to wear my hair most of the time so I don't bother to straighten it. I can just walk out of the house with a wet head and 10 minutes later I have this!&lt;br /&gt;See picture 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/mandee9983/amanda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y149/mandee9983/amanda1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, I have to work with a hair iron to make my hair anything close to being straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See picture 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081503154358792274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RoUgMiiVMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MMpEgg9Hb8o/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;So right after work today we are leaving for lunch so I don't have the time to go home and fix myself. I decided the best way to get my hair done is to just bring my iron to work and straighten it in my cube. I would do it at home but I hate trying to wake up early and because my house is like a zoo most of the time. Not to mention work is slow and I have the time here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get to work today a little early and I start to iron..... check e-mails.... iron...... check e-mails...iron... So all is going well until I hear my boss coming so I shut off the iron throw it on the side of my desk and whip around in my chair. At that moment and for whatever reason... I start singing "Sunny Days" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sesame&lt;/span&gt; Street. So my boss comes back and looks right at the iron... makes a face but doesn't say anything about it. Then he says, "nice song, nice song." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god for Tess and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt; to Elmo. I think that was probably the only thing that saved me from being yelled at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7209932-4534629474432049021?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4534629474432049021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=4534629474432049021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/4534629474432049021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/4534629474432049021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/busted.html' title='Busted!'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H66fLM5v3r4/RoUgMiiVMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MMpEgg9Hb8o/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209932.post-6949927904009100790</id><published>2007-06-28T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:28:53.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace is the Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a really long time since I've posted a blog on here..so I figured it was due time to get back into the swing of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I could write about and really, I'm just at a lost for words. My sister has always had the writing skills in our family. I'm usually the one with the horrible grammar, bad spelling and sometimes I just make no sense. Now I'm not saying that I'm down about that.. ( Don't worry Mom, I'm NOT putting myself down.) I'm just better at other things. I'm in a band.. I love to sing, I can't dance to save my life but that's fine. I can make people laugh.. most of the time with my dancing and I just like to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this brings me to my topic of the day.. Myspace is the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a huge fan of Myspace. It's a great way to connect with people, post photos, blogs, even videos..but what I'm NOT a fan of is the drama that it causes. I'm sure I can't blame Tom for all the trouble that is on that site but damn it, you gotta blame someone and he's my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I've had a falling out with an ex boyfriend/friend whatever he was and I've just been really stressed out about it. The long and short of it is that I feel like it's an end of an era for me. You see, my ex and the friends that we shared were very close..now all of that seems gone..and it really hurts. We used to have the best times together and I know I'll miss out on so many things with them but I don't know how to change the situation. He isn't talking to me at the moment and I've tried to contact him but the outcome of this isn't looking bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So it's been a few days since he and I have spoken and I've tried to contact him a few times with no response. Last night I went online to check to see if he has check a myspace message that I left for him and I noticed that he took me off his top friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THAT PISSES ME OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does that piss me off? Well because it means that he is making an effort to try and forget me. Either that is the reason or he's trying to piss me off...which he has. I know it seems like such a small thing but to me an effort like that is trying to prove a point. He wants me out.&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/7209932-6949927904009100790?l=beingsoblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6949927904009100790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209932&amp;postID=6949927904009100790' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6949927904009100790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209932/posts/default/6949927904009100790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingsoblonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/myspace-is-devil.html' title='Myspace is the Devil'/><author><name>Amanda Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086009611121483758</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/_H66fLM5v3r4/S154MeLpggI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzJk-cUsbj0/S220/amandashow2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
