<?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-3223270053514170511</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:05:53.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss B's Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'>The UN-EDITED version of a REAL womans daily life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-6432240253072912599</id><published>2010-08-30T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:24:43.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalkin' it up to hormones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever have days where you stay in pj's ALL day.....&lt;br /&gt;Like you don't even put a bra on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Be forewarned today is one of those days-so you may not want to drop by or you may notice some -ahem- "droopage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Yes its one of "those" days. . .i hate em'!&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I cry about everything, and then I feel guilty for being so selfish and pitiful when I really am blessed, so then I cry more from guilt. . . .&lt;br /&gt;ICK&lt;br /&gt;who wants to feel sorry for themselves?! NOT me . . . so why am I?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know, so I'll chalk it up to hormones and go eat some more oreos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. little B is on a naked kick. . .well he wears his diaper but thats it. . .why can't i get away with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-6432240253072912599?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6432240253072912599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/chalkin-it-up-to-hormones.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/6432240253072912599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/6432240253072912599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/chalkin-it-up-to-hormones.html' title='Chalkin&apos; it up to hormones'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-362254980696092983</id><published>2010-07-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:49:09.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Year Olds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know 2 year olds throw fits. . .and are FRUSTRATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;I am LOVING this stage!&lt;br /&gt;Little B is SO much fun, &amp;amp; I am LOVING every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;(well almost every  minute)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that he can talk to me!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it when he grabs my chin and makes me look him in the eye and says "look at me mom" and then tells me something he thinks is important.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it when we take naps together and he makes me sing Families Forever &amp;amp; Temple &amp;amp; Armies a Helaman over &amp;amp; OVER again!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE when he says&lt;br /&gt;"um. . .HONEY. . . where are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;"whata textin?"&lt;br /&gt;"lalu too"&lt;br /&gt;"I like it"&lt;br /&gt;"I na like it"&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that he LOVES being outside in the sun and swimming in his little pool!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that he loves his grandparents, &amp;amp; aunts and uncles, and asks for them. . .ALL of them.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that at least half the time he listens to me and does what I ask him to.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that I get to spend every day, ALL day with him!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that I miss him when he spends the night at grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that he LOVES me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-362254980696092983?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/362254980696092983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-year-olds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/362254980696092983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/362254980696092983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-year-olds.html' title='2 Year Olds'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-20169964496399754</id><published>2010-07-19T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:41:21.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Loves Me Just The Way That I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have been MIA lately. . .&lt;br /&gt;I had a little break down after moving, life FINALLY slowed down and the emotions of my last 2 miscarriages caught up with me. Then when I thought I had gotten myself under control I hear about Pat &amp;amp; Ashley's little Preslee and I that messed me way up. . .&lt;br /&gt;I know... I know...&lt;br /&gt;Messed me up?! What about them?! I have NO idea, but all I can say is that I have been praying NON-STOP for that little family for the last week and half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;I just got this email from Mr. B and it made my day. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dear Miss B, Just so you know i think you are the most amazing woman. You are so incredibly gorgeous. You are my best friend. I love hanging out with you! Thank you for being my inspiration and my hero. There is not a single person i look up to more than you. You are so incredibly talented. I know you think you are mediocre, but you really have a nack for succeeding! and you are the best mother! I don't know of anyone else who is such a superb specimen of motherhood. Love you babe. miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.... I know.... I have the BEST husband alive!&lt;br /&gt;Well I miss &amp;amp; love you too Mr. B!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have missed the few of you who read my blog too!&lt;br /&gt;We WILL chat soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-20169964496399754?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/20169964496399754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-baby-loves-me-just-way-that-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/20169964496399754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/20169964496399754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-baby-loves-me-just-way-that-i-am.html' title='My Baby Loves Me Just The Way That I Am'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-8720890712087264808</id><published>2010-06-14T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T06:01:08.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we have a HUGE Temporary Blessing coming up!&lt;br /&gt;We are MOVING!&lt;br /&gt;One of my girl friends is moving out of her house, and is selling it, but needs someone living in it until it sells. . .so we are moving in! It will be SO nice to have a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YARD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the summer! We are SO excited! We will be moving this weekend and will be there at least until the end of August. This is a HUGE blessing to us because our rent is going down a lot and it will help us save some money while enjoying living in a house!&lt;br /&gt;SO. . .we are moving all the small stuff on Friday night, then Saturday morning I am doing a bridal shower for my sis, and then right after we are moving the large stuff, and then going boating with the fam. Then I have Monday-Wednesday to get our new place put together cause I am doing a baby shower at the new place on Thursday! I am REALLY excited for all of it! So I may be MIA for the next week or so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-8720890712087264808?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8720890712087264808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/temporary-blessing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/8720890712087264808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/8720890712087264808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/temporary-blessing.html' title='Temporary Blessing'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-1498268757590476344</id><published>2010-06-01T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:21:23.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Summer Cleaning"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we had an AMAZING weekend!&lt;br /&gt;It was in the 80's all weekend and we spent all but Sunday on the Lake!&lt;br /&gt;Boating and SUNBATHING!&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of worshiper of the Sun. . .I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way it feels when it makes your skin hot and you can feel it sinking into your pores. . .oh happiness!&lt;br /&gt;BUT then we got home last night and I was POOPED!&lt;br /&gt;So after laying Little B in bed at 6:30-because he fell asleep on the way home-&lt;br /&gt;I showered and jumped in bed myself. . .oh happiness.&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL I woke up this morning and saw a weekend of "PLAYING" laying on the living room floor, messy ickiness from the house being neglected for the last&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weeks due to:&lt;br /&gt;Last Week: Preparing for fun weekend and running errands playing catch up from the previous 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Two Weeks Ago: Helping good friend get house ready to sell-like 12 hours a day!- and run a garage sale for her. -It was a lot of fun to hang out with her though!-&lt;br /&gt;Three Weeks Ago: I didn't do anything but mope around the house due to losing the baby. . .&lt;br /&gt;SO our house was in DIRE need of some TLC!&lt;br /&gt;So I got out George, (remember, he is my Dyson) Rags, Cleaners, Mops, Sprays, and I washed EVERYTHING that could go through the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I have already done my "spring cleaning"&lt;br /&gt;so I called this my "summer cleaning"&lt;br /&gt;I am SO glad its done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Job. . .folding laundry-I SERIOUSLY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DREAD&lt;/span&gt; it every week!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Job. . .cleaning the toilet bowl. . .I LOVE my clorox wand. . .and Little B LOVES that the water turns DARK blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-1498268757590476344?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1498268757590476344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/1498268757590476344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/1498268757590476344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-cleaning.html' title='&quot;Summer Cleaning&quot;'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-239227940421021532</id><published>2010-05-16T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:44:24.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKFUL TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't wait until Thursday to do a Thankful Thursday, I had to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;A few things the last few days have shown me how VERY mindful of me my Heavenly Father is.&lt;br /&gt;Love #1:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. B and Little B. Even though I am ULTRA sensitive right now and they both hurt my feelings just by looking at me, or by saying something silly, or by not giving me loves when I want them, they are my BIGGEST strength, and I love them both SO much!&lt;br /&gt;Love #2:&lt;br /&gt;A good friend going through a difficult time, who I have TRIED to offer help to over the last few months, spent the day with me on Friday garage selling. We were able to work out some "trades" that have made her more willing to accept my help. Help that I think she really needs, and in return we got a few things that we wouldn't be able to get otherwise. Now this isn't a blessing to me because suddenly Little B has a new bedroom set, or because I now have a new gadget, not even close. This is a blessing to me because for the next week, EVERY minute of my spare time is going to be in the service of someone I care about, and who really needs my help. I can't even begin to tell you how good that feels to me. I feel so lonely right now, and so helpless, and so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, so my loving Heavenly Father sent me this beautiful friend who needs me right now, but honestly I think I need her more. I am SO excited for this week and to be able to help her do something she can't do all by herself or even all the way for herself. Isn't that what service is all about?! Isn't that what our Heavenly Father wants us to be doing?! Isn't it crazy that me being able to serve her is really going to do more for me than any amount of "resting'' or "mourning" or, well anything else and even more than it will be helping her?!&lt;br /&gt;Love #3:&lt;br /&gt;Today at church MANY friends came up and expressed their concern and love for me. This is such a wonderful thing for a person to hear, just to know that people care enough about you to be worrying about you, to know that they care enough to take a few minutes to tell you that they care and you have been in not only their thoughts but their prayers. That they took the time to express their love and concern not only to me, but to their Heavenly Father in my behalf. THAT is love.&lt;br /&gt;Love #4:&lt;br /&gt;My Momma's Thankful Thursday Blog Post&lt;br /&gt;Love #5:&lt;br /&gt;After church today, while dinner was cookin' my mom said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"You know what Miss A #2-that is my V.T. companion and a good friend of mine and my moms- said to me today? She was telling me how much she loves you, and how she hopes that all this crummy stuff that keeps happening to you guys doesn't dim your light. She said that you shine so brightly and that your spirit is so strong that she hopes all these trials you keep getting put through don't put that light out. She thinks you are such a great example to other woman in how you are handling this and showing people that it is okay to hurt and to say it out loud and to LET other people help you and serve you so that you can get through it, and so that they can show you their love, and their support. Then she said I just wishe this bad stuff could just happen to someone else."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if those were all EXACT words, but this was my response. "I don't wish it was happening to ANYONE else. I wouldn't wish this upon anyone, NOT anyone." Then I thought to myself, my light ain't goin out, NO WAY. This is only going to help me shine.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm NOT trying to toot my own horn right now, I am just trying to explain my feelings, I don't think I could go through this any better than anyone else. I simply won't let this best me, and I wouldn't wish it upon anyone else.-&lt;br /&gt;But those things she said, I am SO glad I got to hear them, I don't know that she would ever express that to me face to face. She may feel embarrassed or like its to personal, so I am so glad my mom shared it with me. I am now in turn going to try to make sure that when I think such sweet things about others, that I share them with them, because knowing that people have that kind of love for you, and that kind of faith in you, and that they see something in you that you try so hard to live but wonder if anyone ever notices, that is EXACTLY what we all need to hear all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Heavenly Father LOVES us, and He is VERY mindful of us. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-239227940421021532?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/239227940421021532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/239227940421021532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/239227940421021532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-today.html' title='THANKFUL TODAY'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-4669055028515669797</id><published>2010-05-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:24:28.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my FAVORITE things to do are go to Good Will or Garage Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to find FANTABULOUS things and revamp them for my own home. . .&lt;br /&gt;so this weekend is like, the big OUR WHOLE TOWN garage sale weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm not joking, the WHOLE TOWN. It was a MAD town, you couldn't park you could barely look, but I did find some treasures, and it was JUST what I needed to lift up my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of my treasures. . .&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got this one at the Good Will ($9) a few weeks ago and painted it green, then black then dinged it up. If you look close you can see the green peeking through. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2uRE8qQeI/AAAAAAAACtA/5xenOjD2SXU/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2uRE8qQeI/AAAAAAAACtA/5xenOjD2SXU/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471220730734199266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I added some baskets and a few things to spruce it up. . .its seriously one of my favorite things in my living room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2vIkFcPzI/AAAAAAAACtg/YDY_i_qQ4OE/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2vIkFcPzI/AAAAAAAACtg/YDY_i_qQ4OE/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471221683985334066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found this vintage suitcase at a garage sale ($1.50) and put a frame and some cute green balls that I found at a different garage sale ($1) in it and I LURVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2u5pGqrnI/AAAAAAAACtY/-Agzf98d2uc/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2u5pGqrnI/AAAAAAAACtY/-Agzf98d2uc/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471221427634613874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close Up. . .I seriously think its FABULOUSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2ur382awI/AAAAAAAACtQ/X2pNo0OEJLw/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2ur382awI/AAAAAAAACtQ/X2pNo0OEJLw/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471221191101803266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I got the turquoise vase at another sale ($2) and then the purple one Mr. B  picked out at Home Goods ($5) and the green is what made me start LOVING green, and it is from my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2udAQ1jpI/AAAAAAAACtI/m8_KUx2d6hU/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2udAQ1jpI/AAAAAAAACtI/m8_KUx2d6hU/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471220935635078802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So FUN FUN FUN and I feel like I have spoiled me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-4669055028515669797?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4669055028515669797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-my-favorite-things-to-do-are-go-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4669055028515669797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4669055028515669797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-my-favorite-things-to-do-are-go-to.html' title='My Favorites'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S-2uRE8qQeI/AAAAAAAACtA/5xenOjD2SXU/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-3931800293126662891</id><published>2010-05-10T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:03:12.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday at church I was so excited, I was wearing my new dress, and it was Mothers Day, and we were grilling afterward, and it was warm out.What a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing in the hall talking to a friend, I felt a trickle go down my leg, my whole body tensed as I looked down to see a small trickle of blood going down my leg into my church shoe. Fear like I have only experienced one other time took hold of my heart as I clung to my sweet friend trying to explain that I was bleeding, but I couldn't bleeding. . .I shouldn't be bleeding, this pregnancy wasn't suppose to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;I was ushered to me to the bathroom where I attempted to access the damage, LIKE I KNOW! I'm NOT a doctor! and clean up. Some how Mr. B was found and brought to me, and we managed for me to receive a priesthood blessing and get out of the building in what felt like seconds that lasted a life time.&lt;br /&gt;I got in the car and immediately called the doctor. I had just had an ultrasound 2 weeks ago and all was good, I had an ultrasound scheduled for the next day even to check on things. The Dr. assured me that with the little amount of blood loss that I should think positively, and that I had a 50/50 chance of not miscarrying and to relax. I went the rest of the day tense, but somewhat assured by the fact that there was no more blood, and I wasn't cramping.&lt;br /&gt;This morning came and Mr. B and I went grocery shopping to kill the time before my appt. I was sick with worry, but kept telling myself it would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;At 10:00 we were at the doctors office and the ultrasound tech was doing her thing. . .&lt;br /&gt;I saw the figure of my baby, but didn't see the fluttering that I had seen in the previous ultrasound that showed my baby's strong heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;She then did the check to see the baby's heart rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;straight lines only interrupted by the shakes of my sobs.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you that it all worked out, and our baby is fine, and in December we will be showing off a new member to our family.&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't the case, yet again we are faced with losing a baby, the second in 5 months. I know that I am not the only one to go through heart ache such as this,&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;today, well today is MY day to weep, MY day to mourn&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, well I'll be doing the same thing as they wheel me in for a D&amp;amp;C.&lt;br /&gt;BUT on Wednesday and everyday after that I will honor this baby, as I do other one by trying to be a better mom to Little B each day, by trying to live the gospel more thoroughly, and I will make it back to raise those precious spirits.  THAT is a PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;I know that tears will continue to fall through the upcoming weeks, and even months, and maybe years, BUT My Heavenly Father LOVE ME! He does and I will be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-3931800293126662891?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3931800293126662891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/tears.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/3931800293126662891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/3931800293126662891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-5312414630885734360</id><published>2010-05-05T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:48:12.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is how it all went down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S-HYO-QhrMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HOyB0z-wSI4/s1600/chessmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S-HYO-QhrMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HOyB0z-wSI4/s320/chessmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467889174346575042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my sweet friend, Miss A, called me yesterday and said, "are you home?"&lt;br /&gt;and I said "yes"&lt;br /&gt;and she said "can i come over? i have something for you"&lt;br /&gt;and I said, "of course"&lt;br /&gt;-sidenote, if you ever call me and tell me you have something for me,&lt;br /&gt;I will ALWAYS let you come over-&lt;br /&gt;so she comes in with a bag of Chessmen cookies and says,&lt;br /&gt;"i was reading your blog and know how much you love these, and will eat a whole bag in day, so while i was in the store i saw some and though, 'ah my friend needs these'. so i bought them for you!"&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would be like "YES YOU ARE SO AWESOME!"&lt;br /&gt;BUT. . . .you see Miss A &amp;amp; I, well we are to be brides maids in my little sisters wedding in September, and I think she wants one of us to get fat so the other looks good. . . .hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was yesterday, and today while I write this post. . .&lt;br /&gt;I am eating them. . .&lt;br /&gt;MUST WALK AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-5312414630885734360?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5312414630885734360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-how-it-all-went-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/5312414630885734360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/5312414630885734360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-how-it-all-went-down.html' title='THIS is how it all went down'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S-HYO-QhrMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HOyB0z-wSI4/s72-c/chessmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-3722146799202773865</id><published>2010-04-26T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:30:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Tree,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh beautiful tree RIGHT outside my door. . .how I LOVE &amp;amp; HATE thee. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S9Wipm6rK5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9msSC-lLHMI/s1600/DSC_0023-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S9Wipm6rK5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9msSC-lLHMI/s320/DSC_0023-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464452558588947346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are SO beautiful, and when I look out my window and see you my heart smiles that spring has come. I love the way you look, I love the way you smell, I love your brilliant pink colors.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S9WibfijzYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_A_mkKu3bF4/s1600/DSC_0021-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S9WibfijzYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_A_mkKu3bF4/s320/DSC_0021-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464452316090584450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And oh how I HATE that you and your beautiful friends are the cause of the red swollen eyes of my Little B. That because of you I have to make sure each night he is rinsed off and in pajamas that  have had NO contact with outside. That his sheets have to washed if he gets in them in clothes that he has gone outside in, that if I fail to do this he coughs all night long and has a hard time breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BEAUTIFUL spring, now that I have your picture and I have enjoyed you. . .go away, bring me summer so we can go outside to play WITHOUT pollen! PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Miss B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-3722146799202773865?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3722146799202773865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/3722146799202773865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/3722146799202773865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-tree.html' title='Dear Tree,'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S9Wipm6rK5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9msSC-lLHMI/s72-c/DSC_0023-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-5633414314027538303</id><published>2010-04-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:14:55.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Tell or Not to Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S83eq_rldcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FHB597Zibl8/s1600/shh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S83eq_rldcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FHB597Zibl8/s320/shh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462266753300395458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Tell or Not to Tell. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT eat a whole bag of Pepperidge Farm Chessman cookies ALL by myself in ONE day. . .that was NOT me! That was some other lady wanting to add inches to her Thunder thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT have my husband pick up dinner from Panera last night, and have him order EXTRA so I wouldn't have to cook lunch today. . . nope some other lazy lady who can't ever figure out what to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT go to the Children's Place to get Little B clothes and pick out TWICE as many girl clothes and ALMOST buy them even though I don't have a daughter. . .that was the woman behind me in the line with ALMOST no self control. . .ALMOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT put off vacuuming till tomorrow when the ladies are coming over excusing myself by thinking "if I do it today and tomorrow, I'll only have to do it again on Wednesday right before they come over" . . . . nope once again NOT me, someone else who LOVES their vacuum but hates winding up that FOREVER long cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT consider selling Suzie . . . not after I spend $$$$ on her and haven't even had much chance to use her . . . someone else having a CRAZED day yesterday brought up that SILLY idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you "NOT" do this week?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-5633414314027538303?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5633414314027538303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/5633414314027538303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/5633414314027538303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html' title='To Tell or Not to Tell'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S83eq_rldcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FHB597Zibl8/s72-c/shh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-7102416163089364213</id><published>2010-04-19T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:26:07.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCH OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S8yRFPfQUlI/AAAAAAAACpU/NPSdLaj9W7o/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S8yRFPfQUlI/AAAAAAAACpU/NPSdLaj9W7o/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899967336567378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right. . .today at the B's house, you better just WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am CRABBY!&lt;br /&gt;Why?!&lt;br /&gt;It could be a number of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;Little B being SICK with allergies and NONE of us sleeping for the last 3 nights&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go and lay out in the BEAUTIFUL sunshine, and not being able to because poor Little B can't go out or his little eyes swell right up. . .STUPID pollen count!&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be more than I am-I get a little sick of watching everyone else succeed, while I feel like I fail at EVERYTHING I attempt!&lt;br /&gt;The 4 HUGE zits on my face-like HUGE boulders leaving bruises and red spots.&lt;br /&gt;Or just chalk it up to womanly hormones gone amuck!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know all of my blessings. I have been thinking about them ALL morning trying to get myself to stop pouting, crying, and screaming in my pillow. . .but guess what. . .I KNOW I'm blessed. I KNOW My Heavenly Father loves me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S8yQ0E5oFTI/AAAAAAAACpM/l8VZ3WmUals/s1600/woman-screaming2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S8yQ0E5oFTI/AAAAAAAACpM/l8VZ3WmUals/s400/woman-screaming2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461899672436610354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And today I am going to pout, cry and scream in my dang pillow if I dang well please! I am NOT going out into public, I will not let this affect anyone but myself, and I will be better tomorrow. But every once in a while dang it I think you should take a min, or hour, or in my case the day to Pout, Cry, and Scream in the Pillow.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds selfish, so hate me if you want, but I am going to let my stupid woman hormones have control today and I am letting the beast out . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So WATCH OUT and steer clear of the B's house today. . . .unless of course you want to be a SAINT and bring us dinner. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-7102416163089364213?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7102416163089364213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/watch-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/7102416163089364213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/7102416163089364213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/watch-out.html' title='WATCH OUT!'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S8yRFPfQUlI/AAAAAAAACpU/NPSdLaj9W7o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-932276609095696448</id><published>2010-04-06T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:08:21.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Little B is so stinkin' cute. . . .most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have felt two emotions about Little B&lt;br /&gt;Loving Pride&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Complete Frustration&lt;br /&gt;MOST of the time its Loving Pride&lt;br /&gt;He will say things like "Thanks Momma" when I give him the napkin he just asked for;&lt;br /&gt;first of all I LOVE that he is asking for a napkin, and second that he says thanks without being told too.&lt;br /&gt;Or when he says "H.O.N.E.Y" I just love it when he calls me honey.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is when he covers his mouth when he coughes or sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;The best is at night once he is in bed and the lights are out and we can hear him saying&lt;br /&gt;"Lalu Momma, Lalu Daddy, Na Night" he will say this at least 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;Little B makes his momma's heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't share the Complete Frustration moments with you today. . . .lets just enjoy Little B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-932276609095696448?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/932276609095696448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-b.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/932276609095696448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/932276609095696448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-b.html' title='Little B'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-7628924073184794277</id><published>2010-03-15T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:37:21.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.P.R.I.N.G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I think SPRING its here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EEEKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I have been waiting for this for SO long. . .Oh wait. .&lt;br /&gt;thats because I HAVE been!&lt;br /&gt;But last week it rained and was icky and this is BEAUTIFUL &amp;amp; the snow is GONE!&lt;br /&gt;So today I did some Spring Cleaning. . .Lucky for me we live in a SMALL apartment &amp;amp; I am a little anal about cleaning. . .so there wasn't a WHOLE lot to do. But I feel fresh . . . even though I could probably use a shower now. . .BUT instead Little B &amp;amp; I are going to go for a walk out in the SUN as soon as he wakes up from his nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also promised pics of the re-vamp I did on our little house so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;Living Room, I put 2 of the little candle holders that I re-did from Good Will on either side of the window, and made those curtains. . .they hang and puddle on the floor. . .LOVE them-they are really green, but you can't tell with the light coming through on this pic. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56Yvfz9vRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VC8I2Ayku1k/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56Yvfz9vRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VC8I2Ayku1k/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448960540925607186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to show a better picture of my chandelier!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it! Can you tell I'm LOVING my new vinly machine!&lt;br /&gt;(Go check out B's Boutique in my sidebar to order your own!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56Ydq0O5xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bgw2PNzK40I/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56Ydq0O5xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bgw2PNzK40I/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448960234641876754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinning Room. . .I am falling in LOVE with teal. . .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56YCSPlauI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rumM-qzwcLk/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56YCSPlauI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rumM-qzwcLk/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448959764189244130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little B's Room-Hawain themed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56Xuhmah-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/T5ApNykbMRc/s1600-h/DSC_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56Xuhmah-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/T5ApNykbMRc/s320/DSC_0002-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448959424714147810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVING the colors &amp;amp; how its coming along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56XcBr5o6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BdV3LMs5R4M/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56XcBr5o6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BdV3LMs5R4M/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448959106909578146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite part! I just finished making these this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56XPBsZYuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0yqHWkRtLlA/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56XPBsZYuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0yqHWkRtLlA/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448958883573359330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I put some of the other WONDERFUL finds from Good Will that I re-vamped in the hall!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56aBzrKJ3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/bsQK-gscvpU/s1600-h/DSC_0010-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56aBzrKJ3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/bsQK-gscvpU/s320/DSC_0010-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448961955006654322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always wanted a Black White &amp;amp; Red Bathroom. . .so I decided why not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56W83jFfeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zwgqpT3FwWs/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56W83jFfeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zwgqpT3FwWs/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448958571612306914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In LOVE with the shower curtain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56WlpR7d2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6C2b-cddBoQ/s1600-h/DSC_0011-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56WlpR7d2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6C2b-cddBoQ/s320/DSC_0011-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448958172645259106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bedroom . . . took the shower curtain from the bathroom from 'before' and am using it as a window curtain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56V64NJrZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TSCIhxWhmUg/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56V64NJrZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TSCIhxWhmUg/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448957437917375890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you go! Re-vamp on a budget! Someday I will own and be able to paint, but until then I LOVE it! Now for the kitchen. . .hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-7628924073184794277?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7628924073184794277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/7628924073184794277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/7628924073184794277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='S.P.R.I.N.G.'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S56Yvfz9vRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VC8I2Ayku1k/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-1868235960177005680</id><published>2010-03-11T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:05:49.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Cutness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In his cuteness Little B has started REALLY crackin' me up!&lt;br /&gt;He is starting to figure out what is "FUNNY"&lt;br /&gt;and he says it. . ."Funny Friends!" or "Mommy Funny!" or my favorite, "I'n Funny!"&lt;br /&gt;A few of the the things that have made laugh of late are things I didn't realize I must say a lot because he is now saying them a lot. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh. . . .Dane it"- Ahhhh. . .Dang it&lt;br /&gt;This happens when he spills his gold fish, or he drops something, or there are no more fruit snacks in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;"Thant you"-Thank You&lt;br /&gt;This happens EVERYTIME you give him something he wants or has asked for. This one I am a little more proud of than Dane It. . . .&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome"&lt;br /&gt;This comes after he has said thant you, or when you tell him thank you.&lt;br /&gt;"I nah like it."&lt;br /&gt;This comes whenever he eats something that isn't so good. . .it CRACKS me up! He scoots away and crinkles his nose, and shakes his head. I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the things I am trying to remember everytime he does something naughty. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-1868235960177005680?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1868235960177005680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-his-cutness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/1868235960177005680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/1868235960177005680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-his-cutness.html' title='In His Cutness'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-445458725567622606</id><published>2010-03-02T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:11:07.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This used be a FUN House . . .                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                          Now its full of Evil Clowns . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not really, but it has been a MAD house lately! With getting Miss B's Boutique up and going, and Little B's Birthday . . . I have SERIOUSLY been pulled in EVERY direction possible, and am near SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION.&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have just started getting a handle on our lives again.&lt;br /&gt;With our Tax Return $ we got Suzie Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S402N638LDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iUlh-G1Iqs4/s1600-h/base_media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S402N638LDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iUlh-G1Iqs4/s320/base_media.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444067137330883634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;George Dyson ladies and gentleman! Only George is blue where this guy is yellow. He really is a beauty! So the decision to get a dyson was made when I realized that our 2nd vacuum in 3 1/2 years was dying. My lil sis said I could borrow hers until I could make myself justify spending $400 on a vacuum, that or come up with them money in the first place. Well, hers worked even worse than ours if possible. So I borrowed my parents Dyson. I was hoping to finally get something with enough suction power to PICK UP the dirt and KEEP it, not just move it around the floor. &amp;amp; honestly I was hoping for vacuum lines . . . silly?! Maybe to you, but I have missed them since moving into this apartment. The carpet has seen so much traffic that my vacuum couldn't if "foof" it. Well mom's dyson CLEANED the floor, but still no vacuum lines, but clean was good enough for me. So I went online and found a refurbished one for $250. Thanks to Uncle Sam for that wonderful tax return!&lt;br /&gt;So it got here last night, and I started vacuuming today, I did EVERY inch of carpet, moving furniture and everything and LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S402GFMHNVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oca3NA0s3wU/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S402GFMHNVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oca3NA0s3wU/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444067002660894034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats kinda sick! If it wasn't for the fact that I know we are clean people, &amp;amp; that I am SO happy to have a clean floor, I think I'd puke that in 1 vacuuming it filled George HALF WAY! ICK! But guess what else?! George also gave me VACUUM LINES!&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day at my house!&lt;br /&gt;So, my house is CLEAN, well almost, I am going to go fold laundry-my LEAST favorite job- and then fill some vinyl orders, and then . . . enjoy lunch with Little B, who is at a friends house while I get a handle on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to check out my new Boutique just click on Miss B's Boutique in my sidebar!&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY your day, and if you need a good vacuum . . . dyson dc17, is so good, you'll have to name him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-445458725567622606?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/445458725567622606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/445458725567622606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/445458725567622606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-house.html' title='Fun House'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S402N638LDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iUlh-G1Iqs4/s72-c/base_media.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-4833203590973459637</id><published>2010-02-18T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:26:29.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss B's Boutique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As you all know, I LOVE all things Pretty! What you may not know is that I have wanted to have my own Boutique my whole life! So I have decided to do just that . . . well sort of, its going to be an online boutique until Wyatt finally graduates Dental School and I can get a real shop. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until then, its going to be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9EuwG9r718/S3217FQ7U-I/AAAAAAAAATE/0-3t40gtDXU/s1600-h/Miss+B%27s+3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9EuwG9r718/S3217FQ7U-I/AAAAAAAAATE/0-3t40gtDXU/s320/Miss+B%27s+3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am going to do a giveaway to KICK OFF my new shop! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am SO excited! And you should be too! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss B's Boutique will be OPEN for shopping &amp;amp; viewing on March 1st, its my little guys birthday and what better way to celebrate than the opening of my new shop?! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am going to giveaway a Gift Certificate to Miss B's Boutique and the amount depends on YOU! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(69, 129, 142); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;50 Entries = $20 Gift Certificate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(69, 129, 142); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;100 Entries = $25 Gift Certificate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(69, 129, 142); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;150 Entries = $30 Gift Certificate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(116, 27, 71);"&gt;500+ Entries = $50 Gift Certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To Enter go to my Dang Gina site or Click &lt;a href="http://www.dangginagives.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-4833203590973459637?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4833203590973459637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-bs-boutique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4833203590973459637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4833203590973459637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-bs-boutique.html' title='Miss B&apos;s Boutique'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h9EuwG9r718/S3217FQ7U-I/AAAAAAAAATE/0-3t40gtDXU/s72-c/Miss+B%27s+3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-6688377740538758730</id><published>2010-02-17T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:07:53.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Vinyl Cutter got here last night and Mr. B assembled it for me! We were to tired to get it going so that is tonights project but I wanted to share the "Fun" getting her all put together! -Thats right, I said "her", I have named her Suzie, Suzie Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Suzie didn't come with instructions . . . but Mr. B did a great job of getting her all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is! Isn't she pretty . . . here is when you OHHH &amp;amp; AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S3xPdwf5XJI/AAAAAAAACWI/djKGPIlq-w0/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S3xPdwf5XJI/AAAAAAAACWI/djKGPIlq-w0/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439309822610201746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted a cover to put over her to keep little hands away from something that was worth a couple months of grocery's . . . so I made this Beauty! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S3xQIZY0yyI/AAAAAAAACWg/0eBSK_18JC4/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S3xQIZY0yyI/AAAAAAAACWg/0eBSK_18JC4/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439310555140901666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually Suzie Q is going to go in our bedroom, and I have it decorated in animal prints-giraffe being my favorite- so that is why she is covered in giraffe print and not in damask. She will totally clash in the dining room for the next few months, but for once I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-6688377740538758730?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6688377740538758730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-vinyl-cutter-got-here-last-night-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/6688377740538758730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/6688377740538758730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-vinyl-cutter-got-here-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiQ3ZVVxus/S3xPdwf5XJI/AAAAAAAACWI/djKGPIlq-w0/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-4805622125413576716</id><published>2010-02-12T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:34:35.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so this may seem silly to you all, BUT I am EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;I just came across a blog of an old friend from High School&lt;br /&gt;~I am NOT going to say how old of a friend~&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you for wondering how old I am!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, she does blog makeovers, among a MILLION other things!&lt;br /&gt;So, Miss Kassie over at &lt;a href="http://designsbykassie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desgins By Kassie&lt;/a&gt; JUST did a COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;Blog-Makeover on my &lt;a href="http://www.dangginagives.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dang Gina Give Away&lt;/a&gt; Site!&lt;br /&gt;And Guess What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I STINKIN' LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go check her out!&lt;br /&gt;I mean NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Stop reading!&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://designsbykassie.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is her link, just in case you didn't notice her blinkie over there in my sidebar!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! She does GREAT work!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you want to see the MAGIC she did for me over at &lt;a href="http://www.dangginagives.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dang Gina&lt;/a&gt;, click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dangginagives.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-4805622125413576716?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4805622125413576716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-excited.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4805622125413576716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4805622125413576716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-excited.html' title='SO Excited!'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-145031445158403594</id><published>2010-02-11T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T06:44:31.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings in Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday was one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"those"&lt;/span&gt; days . . .&lt;br /&gt;I was fasting, and that explains it, when your trying to be faithful and concentrate on the Saviors Love, it seems that EVERYTHING is so much harder as the adversary tries to distract you. Well this is how it all went down:&lt;br /&gt;11:00: Going to Little B's preschool class and there is NO parking-now I am usually early so there is never a problem, yesterday  however we were right on time- So I drive around for 5 or so min, and everytime a spot opened up I would wait patiently with my blinker on. 3 times in a row this happened and everytime just as they pulled out some car or van would come flying down the aisle and whip into the spot! I was FURIOUS! How rude, you getting your kid to your class is SO much more important than me getting mine to his?!&lt;br /&gt;11:05: I am so mad I am almost in tears-I don't love the class he has this semester anyway, and our old one is full so we can't switch back, so that was NOT helping the situation- So I tell Little B "Sorry Bug but we are LEAVING!" And I drive out of the parking lot and head to the bank to make a deposit-its only a block away- Then Little B starts crying asking to go back, so I deposit the money and go back. I finally find a spot!&lt;br /&gt;3:00: Go run errands after Little B's Nap-NOT looking forward to this ahead of time knowing that running errands with a toddler is well,  there aren't really words to describe it. . . you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;3:40: Go into Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;4:30: Leaving Walmart, the fruit snacks I brought as bribs are no longer working and Little B is trying to grab things out of the cart, he is putting things in the cart, and knocking things off the shelves. -SideNote: Little B really is a pretty good kid and I can't complain- So we get to the checkout and I've loaded everything on the belt, so now as she is ringing stuff up I am grabbing the bags off the rotating thing that the bags are on. I am trying to hurry so I can watch to make sure the prices are ringing up correctly, and Little B starts pushing buttons on the Credit Card swiper thing and the checkout lady-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danielle&lt;/span&gt; is what her name tag says- looks SUPER irritated.&lt;br /&gt;EXHALE&lt;br /&gt;I calmly, but slightly sternly tell him to stop pushing the buttons and to be a good boy for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;He continues pushing buttons.&lt;br /&gt;So I move the cart forward so he can no longer reach the buttons and I hold his hands, look him in the eye and explain in a soft voice why I don't want him to touch, then I tell him if he is good he can have a Nilla Wafer in the car, if not he has to go to time out when we get home.&lt;br /&gt;I then continue grabbing bags so we can get out of there. Well then Little B starts wiggling the turny thing that the bags are on, its not hurting anything so I let him. I have my head down as I am rearranging some bags and suddenly I hear someone scolding MY son.&lt;br /&gt;I look up in shock as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danielle &lt;/span&gt;is firmly holding the turny thing and SCOLDING Little B, like SERIOUSLY scolding. Telling him to "STOP IT RIGHT NOW"&lt;br /&gt;Okay Little B is a toddler, but he is a young toddler and his strength bent over the cart moving the dumb turny thing couldn't hurt anything!&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously in shock!&lt;br /&gt;I put the last bag in the cart, and came forward and grabbed his hands softly in mine and explained that he wasn't going to get his Nilla Wafer if he couldn't be good. Then I turned and Scowled at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danielle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHO was SHE to yell at MY kid?!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even yelling, and I was the one who had about had it, I was the one who had been running errands for the last hour and a half! I was the one who was hungry and having a bad day!&lt;br /&gt;So flustered I rummage through my purse to finally find my wallet, pay and try to get the huge bag zipped back up!&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away then my mind started coming up with all things I wish I had said!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE that!&lt;br /&gt;When all the "good stuff" comes AFTER you walk away!&lt;br /&gt;So I get home and am unloading things and putting them away and fuming about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danielle&lt;/span&gt;. When I realize that I really am glad that all the good stuff came AFTER I walked away, who knows what was going on in her life, and even if she didn't have a good reason to lose her temper at my kid, I am glad that I didn't say any of the things I thought of afterwards, because they were NOT very nice. So I learned my lesson. I wish I could have learned without having to put up with RUDE people all day, but regardless lesson learned, and I am sure, it is one that I will have to be reminded of and taught on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;So the point to my LONG story is this I guess-&lt;br /&gt;DON'T judge the mothers of Toddlers!&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;DON'T yell at someone elses kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Also DON'T shop while your fasting. . . you'll end up with $90 worth of Nilla Wafers and Fruit Snacks and other odd grocery items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now YOU have a wonderful day, and REMEMBER those Toddlers are Blessings, even if sometimes they are Blessings in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-145031445158403594?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/145031445158403594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/whirly-twirly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/145031445158403594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/145031445158403594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/whirly-twirly.html' title='Blessings in Disguise'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-7446697637447812661</id><published>2010-02-09T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:53:35.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always wanted to have my own Boutique . . . and I am finally on my way!&lt;br /&gt;Well sort-of it will be an online Boutique, but its something for now!&lt;br /&gt;I am spending the next month or so in preparation to get it up and going!&lt;br /&gt;BUT Last night I ordered something that is going to be the main source of a lot of the product available for a little while-not the ONLY source, just a main source.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what it is?!&lt;br /&gt;A Vinyl Cutter!&lt;br /&gt; I am going to be doing custom Vinyl for homes/crafts/cars/banners!&lt;br /&gt;Vinyl is SO limitless on what you can do with it!&lt;br /&gt;I am SO excited!&lt;br /&gt;I promise to show a preview of  some of the fun things available soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-7446697637447812661?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7446697637447812661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/7446697637447812661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/7446697637447812661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-my-way.html' title='On My Way!'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-9030997872564151289</id><published>2010-02-05T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:20:38.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I found a new LOVE. . . &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2xS06gdO_I/AAAAAAAAADA/I9bfIFNCP1s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2xS06gdO_I/AAAAAAAAADA/I9bfIFNCP1s/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434809919341411314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guessed it! CORN DOGS!&lt;br /&gt;I know, SICK huh?! I don't know what my deal is!&lt;br /&gt;Last fall I went to the state fair and had a "Pronto Pup" since then I can't get enough of the little buggers! I have had them for lunch for 3 days in a row now!&lt;br /&gt;NO I am NOT pregnant . . . I wish actually . . . but that is another story!&lt;br /&gt;So tell me . . . do you have any "gross" loves that you just can't help?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-9030997872564151289?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9030997872564151289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-get-enough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/9030997872564151289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/9030997872564151289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Enough'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2xS06gdO_I/AAAAAAAAADA/I9bfIFNCP1s/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-543653968922609920</id><published>2010-02-03T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:53:02.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Will Hunt Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the rest of my finds are dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got this guy, and LOVED him cream, but realized that on white wall of an apt that I am not allowed to paint-or trust me they already would be!-that his color had to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2reYZo9J9I/AAAAAAAAACw/j-jgV7PL_6s/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2reYZo9J9I/AAAAAAAAACw/j-jgV7PL_6s/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434400411156817874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So OF COURSE I painted him GREEN . . . it being the BEST color on the planet and all!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2rd4nk5NuI/AAAAAAAAACo/SR0TPrkY8VU/s1600-h/DSC_0001-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2rd4nk5NuI/AAAAAAAAACo/SR0TPrkY8VU/s320/DSC_0001-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434399865142064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2rdgSFuzRI/AAAAAAAAACg/jbo8q1ew6XI/s1600-h/DSC_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2rdgSFuzRI/AAAAAAAAACg/jbo8q1ew6XI/s320/DSC_0002-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434399447057354002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like it, but it is my least favorite find, it needs a better home . . . I want a shelf with knobs to hang it from . . . looks like I'll have to go shopping again!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2reqcJG2XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FcptVdIQQB8/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2reqcJG2XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FcptVdIQQB8/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434400721066187122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This number I found and KNEW with a new color, it would be so great in Little B's room.&lt;br /&gt;So 7 coats of orange spray paint later . . .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2rdJhfNZQI/AAAAAAAAACY/_jeTg8qULR4/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2rdJhfNZQI/AAAAAAAAACY/_jeTg8qULR4/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434399056053757186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first I though I hated it, because the orange didn't completely cover it, you could still see the wood grain underneath, then once I  got it in his room I decided thats why I  LOVE it! Little B's room is all Beach/Tropics/Bright colors, and this went PERFECT! It hangs above where his little table and chairs that he is getting in a few weeks from Papa &amp;amp; Gigi for his Birthday will go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to share one last pic, I had a hard time deciding where to put my 2 favorite finds, I wanted them somewhere everyone could see them, and I wanted them together, but I couldn't find a place . . . until I decide to try the hallway.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2rczO6VhmI/AAAAAAAAACI/G6GE5uzUGYc/s1600-h/DSC_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2rczO6VhmI/AAAAAAAAACI/G6GE5uzUGYc/s320/DSC_0004-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434398673110140514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are the FIRST thing you see as you come up the stairs into the living area! They are at the end but still the first thing you see! I LOVE them! They have made me want to go back to Good Will already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-543653968922609920?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/543653968922609920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-will-hunt-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/543653968922609920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/543653968922609920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-will-hunt-continued.html' title='Good Will Hunt Continued'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2reYZo9J9I/AAAAAAAAACw/j-jgV7PL_6s/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-3208260349732617219</id><published>2010-02-02T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:35:01.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Will Hunt #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been seeing all my girl friends fun finds at the DI lately and have been bumming because we don't live near a DI. Then today I remembered we have a Good Will that recently opened up in our town, so away I went and here is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before: $3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i2YVFTlYI/AAAAAAAAACA/5LM21Lxqoow/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i2YVFTlYI/AAAAAAAAACA/5LM21Lxqoow/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433793479515018626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After: LOVING it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i2NBtiaMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-6QPuHTbz1w/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i2NBtiaMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-6QPuHTbz1w/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433793285336492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before: $6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i1611i6iI/AAAAAAAAABw/R7dSPnWWJ0I/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i1611i6iI/AAAAAAAAABw/R7dSPnWWJ0I/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433792972911208994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After: I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i1sxhGYmI/AAAAAAAAABo/qRD8rYkPA7o/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i1sxhGYmI/AAAAAAAAABo/qRD8rYkPA7o/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433792731233542754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a few other treasures, but they aren't dry yet. . .tomorrow I will share the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-3208260349732617219?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3208260349732617219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-will-hunt-1.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/3208260349732617219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/3208260349732617219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-will-hunt-1.html' title='Good Will Hunt #1'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S2i2YVFTlYI/AAAAAAAAACA/5LM21Lxqoow/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-2486585726955873362</id><published>2010-01-25T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:17:04.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Next Blog"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my mother and I are avid bloggers. Well I love to blog and stalk other bloggers, my mother usually only stalks other bloggers. Well she asked me awhile back if I ever hit the "Next Blog" button at the top of the screen. This was our convo:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "You should try it, I find a lot of my favorite blogs this way."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Don't ever come across a blog you DON'T want to see. . .like one with inappropriate stuff?!" -you all know what i'm talking about-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "NO! Never."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well you keep doing it, and I'll keep just checking out the ones you find that are good."&lt;br /&gt;So that was the end. Until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We went over for Sunday dinner after church, and my mom and I were SQUEEZED into the recliner together playing on her laptop. She was showing me the "Next Blog" button and how you can find fun stuff. Well then she hands the laptop to me and she starts watching Ace of Cakes with Mr. B. So I hit "Next Blog" and its in spanish . . . I don't speak, or read spanish by the way. So I hit "Next Blog" again, once again, spanish . . . this happens a few times in a row, so I say to my mom, "Look, they are all spanish." Just then she looks and I hit "Next Blog" Then something, I'm HONESTLY still not sure what, pops up. A blog, that has an INAPPROPRIATE picture in as the heading . . .&lt;br /&gt;Okay PAUSE: Have you ever seen a pic or image like that, and you don't even really SEE what it is, you just know its something you DON'T want to be seeing. This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;So my mom and I both scream, and I click the button for "Next Blog" -luckily the cursor was still on it- as I am shutting the laptop on my fingers so we don't see whatever it was that was on the picture. My mom and I both look at each wide-eyed in shock, as Mr. B is asking what is that is going on. So then I yell at mom, "You said you never come across that stuff!" and she replies, "I never have!"&lt;br /&gt;Well suffice it to say . . . I will NEVER hit "Next Blog" again, and those of you who do like that button, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEWARE&lt;/span&gt;, you have been warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-2486585726955873362?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2486585726955873362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/next-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/2486585726955873362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/2486585726955873362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/next-blog.html' title='&quot;Next Blog&quot;'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-353039393526538793</id><published>2010-01-20T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:15:39.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper Perspective</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot lately of all the things I wish I were better at, and had better and more access to. And I wanted to share, I don't know if any of you ever feel feeling like this, but lately I have been thinking about this stuff a lot. Things such as:&lt;br /&gt;~ I would LOVE to get a vinyl machine and start a business doing crafts with it. -Can't afford it &amp;amp; don't have time.-&lt;br /&gt;~ I would LOVE to go thrift shopping and get little things and fix them up for our house and sell a few too. -Can't afford it, don't have the time &amp;amp; don't have a space to do it.-&lt;br /&gt;~ I would LOVE to be VERY Successful with my Scentsy business, NOT just for the money, but I enjoying doing well and feeling satisfied with what I am doing. -I only have so much time to devote to it as a stay at home mom-&lt;br /&gt;~ I would LOVE to do some Interior Decorating. -Time &amp;amp; Money always seem to be my issue-&lt;br /&gt;~ I wish I were more motivated to get in better shape, and eat better. -I think about it, and never really do much-&lt;br /&gt;~ I want to be better at being creative and thinking of cute nice things to do for those around me. -I never want to seem, pushy or weird, I'm afraid of coming off as"to much"-&lt;br /&gt;~ I want to be better in the kitchen, I wish I could think up something yummy and whip it up for each meal. -I want to feed Mr. B and Little B GOOD stuff, I just can never think of what to make! SERIOUSLY its an issue for me-&lt;br /&gt;So despite all of these things, that may seem little to anyone and everyone else, they mean A LOT to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But the thing I want MOST is for Little B, and any other children that come to this family to FEEL loved. When they think of their childhoods as they get older, I want them to remember that mom was ALWAYS playing with them, that she was ALWAYS there when they needed her, that her life was more about them then it was about her. I want them to KNOW, and I want everyone who comes in contact with me to know that I LOVE being a mom. I want them to not just know I love them because I say I do, but because I live it. I really do want them to feel that way. Of course I want them to also see how very much I love Mr. B &amp;amp; that he too is the center of my universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I also believe that they should see me doing things that I love and have a passion for. I want them to see that I have needs and that I fulfill them by doing little hobbies on the side, but THEY are what I have grown up for. I grew-up to be a mom. Its always been what I wanted to be. Its still what I want to be. So I'm going to stop thinking about how I am missing out on other opportunities that I would LOVE to do, because I would hate doing them if it meant I couldn't be a stay-at-home mom. I can be a woman to be loved and respected with out concurring the world and being someone whom I am not. I think about those things as an ALL or NOTHING deal, and guess what, they aren't. Doing the VERY BEST I can at whats MOST important, will allow the other things to fall into place in their proper place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-353039393526538793?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/353039393526538793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/proper-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/353039393526538793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/353039393526538793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/proper-perspective.html' title='Proper Perspective'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-136669087945764488</id><published>2010-01-18T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:33:42.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went out into public today, normally I do this a lot and its no big deal right?! Well I live in a fairly big suburb of a pretty big city. I NEVER see anyone I know when I go out. So I figured since I wasn't feeling great, and I only had to run to the store for a few things, and it was early morning, I would be totally fine not to get ready . . . and by not get ready I mean:&lt;br /&gt;NO make-up!&lt;br /&gt;Hair just out of the shower!&lt;br /&gt;Adorned in my pj's!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even put my contacts in!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Little B-lets just say he looked like an orphan-&lt;br /&gt;So I went out, and I ran into 5 people from my church &amp;amp; another 3 I have met from around town!  8 people! Come on! Throw me a bone for Heavens Sake!&lt;br /&gt;This happens EVERYTIME I decide to venture out un-ready. I don't do it often because it ALWAYS bites me in the . . . well you know where.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously NEVER see anyone I know on the days I look good. NEVER. No one ever gets to see the me that gets ready and looks half/decent . . . nope. No one but the cashier or the receptionist, who by the way I DON'T know, get to see me on the days I do get ready!!&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one to have this happen, cause it sure feels like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-136669087945764488?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/136669087945764488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/ps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/136669087945764488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/136669087945764488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-6621307511502605158</id><published>2010-01-18T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:12:13.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, since I just recently started this blog, and have not publicized that I have done so I honestly didn't think anyone was checking it. Then I was blog hopping today and came across someone I have NEVER met, and a link to my blog was on there! CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;So, if your reading, leave me a comment!  I love making blogging buddies!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;I'd love to check out your blog and watch your NUTS-O life too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-6621307511502605158?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6621307511502605158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/6621307511502605158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/6621307511502605158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-8224053276857642163</id><published>2010-01-12T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:56:52.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of THOSE Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am having one of "THOSE" days . . . .&lt;br /&gt;You know, the ones where you wonder why you didn't just stay in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-8224053276857642163?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8224053276857642163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/8224053276857642163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/8224053276857642163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of THOSE Days'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-4811236931253969463</id><published>2010-01-07T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:03:44.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baffled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAFFLED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it . . . .&lt;br /&gt;I was just blog hopping through some of my girlfriends blogs and was noticing how BEAUTIFUL they are, (the women, not the blogs). Anyhow, they are adorable and beautiful no matter what. Like in their pj's the morning of Christmas, no make up, nothing. Their hair looks great in a crazy pony-tail, or its laying straight and looking great. They have amazing smiles and gorgeous teeth. Just Beautiful people, and no they aren't just posting their good pictures. I have seen them in person and they are just Beautiful people . . .&lt;br /&gt;It just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baffles&lt;/span&gt; me that some people can look so great ALL the time . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Really I just think its RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever . . . I'll "pretend" to be over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-4811236931253969463?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4811236931253969463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/baffled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4811236931253969463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4811236931253969463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/baffled.html' title='Baffled'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-2346957109959574002</id><published>2010-01-07T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:24:58.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S0Y0jHShIcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z8OzJD9TePM/s1600-h/dentist_patient_nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S0Y0jHShIcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z8OzJD9TePM/s320/dentist_patient_nightmare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424080579071123906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the dentist this morning, and honestly my dentist wasn't bad, but I kind of feel the way this guy probably does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My entire left side of my face is still numb 4 hours later! Even my ear and under my eye! Is that normal?! I feel like it shouldn't be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-2346957109959574002?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2346957109959574002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/numb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/2346957109959574002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/2346957109959574002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S0Y0jHShIcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z8OzJD9TePM/s72-c/dentist_patient_nightmare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-4390466627634293557</id><published>2010-01-06T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:13:52.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gag Reflex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just took a HUGE swig out of my water bottle, expecting that wonderful feeling of satisfaction that I NORMALLY get when chugging down the clear stuff . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel something hit my teeth . . . I glance down at my bottle, and see HUGE floating granola bar . . . LITTLE B! He must have gotten into it during snack time . . . I spewed my water out of my mouth, across the counter and a little bit made it to the sink.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can handle drinking from the same cup, bottle, whatever as Little B, but having HUGE, CHUNKY granola . . . ICK!&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously still gaggin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-4390466627634293557?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4390466627634293557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/gag-reflex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4390466627634293557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4390466627634293557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/gag-reflex.html' title='Gag Reflex'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-5455941715378942061</id><published>2009-12-26T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:00:15.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Christmas once again did NOT disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED spending the night at my folks house! I stayed in a room with Little B on my favorite bed, (the only downside to this SUPER comfy bed is that it is a twin, so Mr. B  had to sleep on an air mattress in the den.) BUT back to the story. I didn't sleep hardly at all! I kept blaming it on Little B and his noises, he is SURE to be a sleep-talker when he gets older! But to be honest, I was so excited for Little B! He wasn't, being a young toddler he doesn't get it quite yet. But I was beside myself with excitement, and when he FINALLY woke up at 7, I could barely wait to get my bra on (remember we are at my folks with teenage bro's who would NOT appreciate me going down without one!) and my contacts in!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. B and I are on a TIGHT budget being Med-Students and all, and so this year I got a SWEET lesson in what Christmas is all about! Of course we all KNOW what Christmas is all about, but it was a very humbling reminder! In spite of the TIGHT wallet, through Grandparents, and what little budget there was for Christmas Little B made a small HAUL!&lt;br /&gt;So, THANK YOU GRANDPARENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-5455941715378942061?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5455941715378942061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/beauty-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/5455941715378942061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/5455941715378942061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/beauty-of-christmas.html' title='The Beauty of Christmas'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-6256151283809026103</id><published>2009-12-21T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:13:00.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year is the first year that I made Christmas Goodies, and I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; much fun!&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that so far, after making all that candy . . . I can't eat it yet!&lt;br /&gt; I got my sugar buzz just making it and seeing all the butter, and sugar going into each item.&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks great . . . just sitting on my counter!&lt;br /&gt;(I have nibbled a little. . .but TRULY only a little)&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun making it and spending &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 HOURS&lt;/span&gt; in the kitchen with my mom, sister, and friends that I want to do it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY YEAR&lt;/span&gt; the Saturday before Christmas!  &lt;br /&gt;I do think however that in future years, I may limit the number of items we make from the 11 that we did, to maybe 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me, and have never made Christmas Candies, because you fear the thermometer in the pan and the complexity of the recipes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEAR NO LONGER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Just search out what you want to make online and you will get hundreds of recipes and you can choose the one that suits you best!&lt;br /&gt;-Note, if it is something like fudge, toffee, or caramel, if your not willing to do the thermometer thing, don't sub the microwave, chances are it won't turn out!-&lt;br /&gt;It REALLY is SO much fun, get some girl-friends together and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO IT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this, &amp;amp; I don't have a passion for cooking. . .at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-6256151283809026103?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6256151283809026103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-traditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/6256151283809026103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/6256151283809026103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-traditions.html' title='New Traditions'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-3790824333397931528</id><published>2009-12-17T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:14:38.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little B is currently in his room. . .in a BIG FAT Time Out!&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am justified in Little B's Time Outs, like, he is learning a lesson,&lt;br /&gt;For Instance:&lt;br /&gt;That he can't play with things that will hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;That he can't play with things that if he breaks, mommy &amp;amp; daddy can't afford to fix.&lt;br /&gt;That throwing a tantrum only makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;That making BIG messes on PURPOSE is a No, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times like right now, when I am at my wits end because I am trying to get a million things done, including get my house ready for the 7 people coming over in an hour&lt;br /&gt;-I know why am I posting right now then right?!-&lt;br /&gt;And Little B keeps doing little naughty things that he knows he is not suppose to do, but mommy is busy and won't notice. Then instead of handling things like a good mom&lt;br /&gt;-which by the way, I normally do, because of course MOST of the time I am the perfect mom. . .do I have you fooled yet?-&lt;br /&gt;I lose it, I yell, and send him to his room.&lt;br /&gt;He runs his cute little legs to his room, closes the door, which he doesn't know how to open back up to get out, and then the whimpering starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I am ready to go and beg for forgiveness, not only to him, but to my Heavenly Father who probably is NOT very proud of that mommy moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-3790824333397931528?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3790824333397931528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/bahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/3790824333397931528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/3790824333397931528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/bahhhh.html' title='BAHHHH!'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-4626125293545409264</id><published>2009-12-17T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:44:47.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMALL Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have recently become addicted to something VERY dangerous. .&lt;br /&gt;Pepperidge Farm Chessman Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;This is NO small addiction . . . . Like I buy a bag and eat the WHOLE thing in a day!&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why this is dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;1 Bag of cookies = 24 cookies&lt;br /&gt;1 Serving of cookies = 3 cookies&lt;br /&gt;1 Serving of cookies = 120 Calories&lt;br /&gt;1 Bag of cookies = 960 CALORIES!&lt;br /&gt;And I am eating an ENTIRE bag each time I go to Walmart, because that is where they are usually the cheapest, sometimes Target has them on sale for even less and then I buy them there too. . .&lt;br /&gt;Then I tell Mr. B, (and it IS true) that I have bought them for little B's pre-pre-school class and not to eat them. . .then I eat them and have to replace them!&lt;br /&gt;It is SERIOUSLY worse than buying potato chips!&lt;br /&gt;You eat one, and then suddenly a half hour later your at the bottom of the bag wondering how in the world it happened!&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT helping during this season when I am SUPPOSE to be being careful about gaining those extra Holiday pounds. . .&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me! I need an intervention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-4626125293545409264?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4626125293545409264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/small-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4626125293545409264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/4626125293545409264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/small-addiction.html' title='SMALL Addiction'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223270053514170511.post-831504431027006630</id><published>2009-12-16T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:24:54.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Confession. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately little B has been taking off his diaper. . .GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;It makes me CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning he did so and then ran to the bathroom, knocking on the door saying "Potty!"&lt;br /&gt;-Side Note: I am DEATHLY afraid of "potty-training". Like SERIOUSLY!-&lt;br /&gt;So I think to myself, "Can it really be this easy?!"&lt;br /&gt;We run into the bathroom, I put little B on the toilet AND. . . .&lt;br /&gt;we wait. . . .and wait. . . .and wait. . . .nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So I say "Good try little man! Maybe next time!"&lt;br /&gt;We get a new diaper, put the pants back on, and 15 min later. . .diapers off, little B is knocking on the bathroom door wanting to try again. . .so we do. . .again, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I DO?!&lt;br /&gt;Is he ready to go potty?!&lt;br /&gt;Is this just a game for him?!&lt;br /&gt;Do I encourage or discourage, or ignore and find potty on the floor?!&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY don't know. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3223270053514170511-831504431027006630?l=missbsconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/831504431027006630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/potty-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/831504431027006630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3223270053514170511/posts/default/831504431027006630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbsconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/potty-confession.html' title='Potty Confession. . .'/><author><name>Miss B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007537698115319924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaoSpcCkHqo/S8yR2OZX9yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X8xyJLWqzlY/S220/DSC_0003-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
