<?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-2549223749103026645</id><updated>2011-11-08T10:43:59.466-08:00</updated><category term='The Weather Channel'/><category term='A Wife&apos;s Guide to In-laws'/><category term='Jimmy Stewart'/><category term='secret stash'/><category term='saucony'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='Gossip'/><category term='Karma Chameleon'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Viva la Vida Cold Play'/><category term='working from home'/><category term='Feeding Frenzy'/><category term='Chocolate Lovers'/><category term='socrates'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Alanis Morisette'/><category 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ears'/><category term='Monkey grass'/><category term='dunkin donuts waffle sandwich'/><category term='Singer Pink'/><category term='Sleepless in Seattle'/><category term='madonna'/><category term='the circle of life'/><category term='She Just Got Married'/><category term='men'/><category term='Legally Blond'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='Gatorade &quot;G&quot;'/><category term='Elvis Presley'/><category term='Bill Engvall'/><category term='Bumper stickers'/><category term='Karaoke'/><category term='plato'/><category term='Booyah'/><title type='text'>Brownies for My Breakfast</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is uncertain ~
    Eat dessert first!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1813435363078815291</id><published>2011-11-08T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:21:14.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live Each day as if it&apos;s your last'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>Live Each Day as if it is my First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPzhfqLNVak/TrlW0T_mWbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/a0TocOqdSMM/s1600/His%2BMimi%2Bis%2Bholding%2Bhim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPzhfqLNVak/TrlW0T_mWbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/a0TocOqdSMM/s320/His%2BMimi%2Bis%2Bholding%2Bhim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672660662370064818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a cliché, a book and a song….’&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;live each moment as if it was your last&lt;/span&gt;’. While the concept behind the words is understandable in that we often take our time for granted and get so caught up in the business of life that we put off living, it occurred to me this morning, while snuggled on the couch in my soft night gown, drinking coffee with my husband like I am so blessed to do every morning, that if I truly faced each day like it was my last I would be feeling a constant sense of closure and terminal thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;What if, instead, we lived each moment as if it was our first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the amazing ‘firsts’ when you were little? The first time you rode a bike by yourself, the first time you made a snow angel or tasted ‘snow ice cream’…..the first time you liked a boy and he liked you back…the first time you rode a roller coaster or held a puppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those firsts were just the beginning of many firsts. The first time you set foot in the crystal blue Caribbean water….the first time he kissed you…..the first time you saw something so beautiful it literally took your breath away…the first time you held your baby. The feeling is so intense and spectacular that you want to soak up every second of that minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a bible passage in the old testament that says “...His compassions never fail. They are new every morning…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is we can’t truly experience something for the 100th time as if it was our first nor can we imagine that it’s our last and know how it would actually feel. But if I reach over and put my arms around my husband’s body as we both begin to awaken each day and hold each other knowing that this first moment of this new day I get to wake up next to him then maybe…just maybe…I can experience first love over and over – new every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1813435363078815291?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1813435363078815291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-each-day-as-if-it-is-my-first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1813435363078815291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1813435363078815291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-each-day-as-if-it-is-my-first.html' title='Live Each Day as if it is my First'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPzhfqLNVak/TrlW0T_mWbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/a0TocOqdSMM/s72-c/His%2BMimi%2Bis%2Bholding%2Bhim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8277668095793999869</id><published>2011-09-08T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:55:19.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye to my SIC</title><content type='html'>I've been busy.I've been lazy.I haven't updated my uber-fun blog in quite a while for a number of reason - most of which do not matter. So why today? Why choose to reach out to the few of you who have actually read my attempts at humor or sharing a perspective on life that seems, perhaps, a bit twisted...or tilted to say the least. Because you are a safe. Most of you don't know me so I don't have to worry about the 'personal' factor. But I feel like I have to say something out loud! I actually would love to SCREAM these words - maybe saying them will make the pain vanish into the thin air once they're said.My SIC committed suicide four weeks ago today. There I said it. She was actually, my sister-in-law but if you've read most of my posts you'll find that she's been a major part of my life and therefore she gained the title of "Sister in Crime" - it was all in fun. I thought we were having so much fun.But fun cannot mend a heart that has been shattered or cure the dark world called "depression". I didn't know how deep her depression was and I swear to you.....I didn't have one glimpse of a clue that this could have been a remote thought in her mind. Suicide. No one could have imagined that this beautiful smiling...always laughing....game-loving, family centered girl could choose to leave us all behind - to pick up the pieces of this violent tragedy and move on with our own lives....without her in it. But I will go on - we all will. Each of us crosses our own paths of sorrow and pain and go on.  They say 'time heals all wounds' (it does not). Love, however, does.Does someone need to hear from you just how much you love them? Don't wait another minute. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6xeoJ0ITZ8/TmkARSbEfiI/AAAAAAAAASM/8jpqfhGyVhg/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6xeoJ0ITZ8/TmkARSbEfiI/AAAAAAAAASM/8jpqfhGyVhg/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sweet sister.....this is how I will remember her. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8277668095793999869?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8277668095793999869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/09/saying-goodbye-to-my-sic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8277668095793999869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8277668095793999869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/09/saying-goodbye-to-my-sic.html' title='Saying Goodbye to my SIC'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6xeoJ0ITZ8/TmkARSbEfiI/AAAAAAAAASM/8jpqfhGyVhg/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1163608201354120153</id><published>2011-04-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:10:38.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Company vs. Oil Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/pheTiger/blog/crazy_eggs_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 180px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/pheTiger/blog/crazy_eggs_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the Egg companies ran the Oil companies - if the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;law of supply and demand&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the basis for raising oil prices then why are eggs always cheaper the week of Easter? Just a thought......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this was my actual Facebook post this week. Would you like a peek at the kind of friends I have? Here are the replies I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Its a right "wing" conspiracy the hens devised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Mainly because people speculate on oil futures a lot more than on egg futures. And fear (of which there is much in this world) makes oil prices rise on the futures market. Eggs? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Right. They speckle-late and dye eggs. As opposed to speculating on futures. Ah-hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; This idea may not be all you think it is "cracked" up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; All those oil people are bad eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY REPLY&lt;/span&gt;: I just realized I have eggs-tra special friends. Should I put you all in one basket? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; As long as we are all equally "yoked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Just don't count all your friends until they've commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; I'm really scrambling to come up with a good egg pun......."/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So.....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    as long as I have friends like these I know that even if gas prices soar, the housing market continues to tank, and I have yet to purchase an iPhone that I will always be able to laugh! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1163608201354120153?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1163608201354120153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/04/egg-company-vs-oil-company.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1163608201354120153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1163608201354120153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2011/04/egg-company-vs-oil-company.html' title='Egg Company vs. Oil Company'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8650668219198118661</id><published>2010-02-07T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:14:10.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chick Flick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepless in Seattle'/><title type='text'>The Default Chick Flick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl2/1/13839/10_2009/86513614737dbcea_Sleepless-Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 359px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl2/1/13839/10_2009/86513614737dbcea_Sleepless-Pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a Cheesy Chick Flick that becomes the anthem for those who have no interest in the Super Bowl. Admit it...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is cheesy and yet....I have fallen prey to its mesmerizing call - like that of the seductive siren of mythological lore - at least a dozen times....ok, more like two dozen but who's counting? Point is....every time a Major Testosterone Fest is being televised the counter attack is always "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I write this one (or any other one for that matter)?&lt;br /&gt;Are we that easily pacified? &lt;br /&gt;Apparently so.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...here comes the part where Meg Ryan is peeling the apple and listening to the little boy on the radio talk about how lonely his dad is and....oh, I can't type any more with the stupid tears in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Stupid chick flick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8650668219198118661?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8650668219198118661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2010/02/default-chick-flick.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8650668219198118661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8650668219198118661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2010/02/default-chick-flick.html' title='The Default Chick Flick'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5187124081259739790</id><published>2009-12-21T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:24:23.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Grinch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working from home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Homer'/><title type='text'>The Danger of Working from Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sy-59QpNEtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TbLPZLx1z6I/s1600-h/homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sy-59QpNEtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TbLPZLx1z6I/s400/homer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417753338840945362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sy-4f3OSm5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/aSlr-QN47j8/s1600-h/312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sy-4f3OSm5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/aSlr-QN47j8/s400/312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417751734289341330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be at work as early as I want, work as late as I want, work in my pjs and fuzzy slippers if I want, and watch Ellen if I want. I can play Solitaire if I want and not worry if a boss will catch me, I can blog if I want (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what? who does that during work hours&lt;/span&gt;?) and I can take my lunch break on the deck by the pool...for two hours if I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, my choices for interactive conversation are limited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I said hello to The Grinch...and then pushed the little button so I could hear his response. He said...'you're a mean one'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah-humbug Mr. Grinch.....so I went upstairs to talk to Santa Homer and get his opinion. I greeted him in his native language by saying "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DOH HO HO&lt;/span&gt;". Then I pushed his little button. He said "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this suit is itchy....now when am I getting paid&lt;/span&gt;?" I said "Look buster....you get one more chance or you and The Grinch will both spend Christmas in the fireplace...with your little plastic chestnuts roasting on an open fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitantly pushed the button and what did I hear? "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deck the halls with Buddy Holly...fa la la la la.....singing Polly Wolly Doddle all the day"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seems like someone found their Christmas spirit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-5187124081259739790?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5187124081259739790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/12/danger-of-working-from-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5187124081259739790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5187124081259739790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/12/danger-of-working-from-home.html' title='The Danger of Working from Home'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sy-59QpNEtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TbLPZLx1z6I/s72-c/homer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5845538598776352358</id><published>2009-12-03T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:28:49.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newlywed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping for men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock n&apos; roll'/><title type='text'>The Pressure is off - Christmas gift DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hismajestytheblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/love11-skinny-divers-i-love-rock-n-roll-zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 500px;" src="http://hismajestytheblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/love11-skinny-divers-i-love-rock-n-roll-zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a newlywed I was full of ideas of what to give my husband for special occasions - or just random days. He'd even so much as whisper something he liked and VOILA - it would show up in a wrapped box. Or in his closet.....or in the yard (when I surpirsed him with a new shiny basketball goal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I had completed his wardrobe makeover (which was more for ME and my reputation - ha) and stocked the workout room with every type of exercise equipment known to mankind....I was out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Men are hard to shop for....has anyone else noticed that or is it just me? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take us long to figure out that "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;" was, well...just stuff and really - does he need a super-charged car vacuum or bendable flashlight? What we both love is just hanging out in fun places. Ok...some of our fun places may also include a tropical beach but we also love music and concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love old rock 'n roll. We love classical music. We love country (**&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;correction&lt;/span&gt;**...I love country...he endured a Garth Brooks concert). So last night when we were watching an old concert on TV by a group we both loved he said "if they ever come to town, we'll go". Two minutes later, the Public Television lady comes on and announces as part of the television station fundraiser they were selling primo seats to their concert (before the tickets go on sale to the public) which will be coming to our city in the spring!! We looked at each other in total shock, picked up and phone and got two AWESOME seats to see one of our favorite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said "Christmas gift...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;". And each of us could not be happier. Maybe he a little more than me because this means he won't have to go near a mall. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-5845538598776352358?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5845538598776352358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/12/pressure-is-off-christmas-gift-done.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5845538598776352358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5845538598776352358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/12/pressure-is-off-christmas-gift-done.html' title='The Pressure is off - Christmas gift DONE!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4037581180708337727</id><published>2009-11-24T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:02:05.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben and Jerry&apos;s ice cream'/><title type='text'>Two Steps Forward...One step back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/07/68/40/40/0007684040023_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/07/68/40/40/0007684040023_215X215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started jogging again!! YEAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a new Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;br /&gt;My....&lt;br /&gt;Goodness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I remind you that this blog's mantra is "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is uncertain....eat dessert first&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". That being said, the motto does imply that there is something following the indulgence. Eat dessert first (but then what?). Let me assure you that it is worth it....even knowing I'll need to tack on an extra mile later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thankful for just two days before Thanksgiving? Ben &amp; Jerry's new Oatmeal Cookie Chunk....and the strength to run it off. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4037581180708337727?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4037581180708337727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-steps-forwardone-step-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4037581180708337727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4037581180708337727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-steps-forwardone-step-back.html' title='Two Steps Forward...One step back'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7244673373208555478</id><published>2009-11-18T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:53:52.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it ain't broke....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://appraisalnewsonline.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/29/duct20tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 223px;" src="http://appraisalnewsonline.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/06/29/duct20tape.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...remember the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"? Ok..honestly, it wasn't one of my all time favorites - I remember it was entertaining but not a lot of the details. Except for one. I remember that the father thought Windex was a "cure all". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad opted for the WD-40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;duct tape&lt;/span&gt;. What a marvelous invention. And today, I'm proud to say that my vacuum cleaner is sucking like new. Oh don't let the sight of me driving around in my sassy little European sports car fool you. I'm wearing my fake diamond earrings, designer jeans that I bought from TJ Maxx and some drop dead gorgeous Jessica Simpson red patent leather heels that I bought on clearance for....hold on - $5.00!! The sole was coming apart just a tiny little bit (hey...they were $5.00) but thanks to the magic of duct tape - we're good to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral to this story? If it ain't broke....don't fix it...but if it is - DUCT IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7244673373208555478?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7244673373208555478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-it-aint-broke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7244673373208555478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7244673373208555478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-it-aint-broke.html' title='If it ain&apos;t broke....'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2149290989841839797</id><published>2009-10-30T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:07:12.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's an App for That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/e/e/4/f/1206558994350927690taber_No_Cell_Phones_Allowed.svg.hi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/e/e/4/f/1206558994350927690taber_No_Cell_Phones_Allowed.svg.hi.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic how many forms of communication are available...right at our fingertips? Need to learn a new language....say it with me now....'there's an app for that'. Need to know which species of poisonous frog is indigenous to the Amazon Rain Forrest so you can know for sure that the deep friend frog legs you just ordered from the new Cajun restaurant that you found via your new phone app are indeed....safe to eat? Yes...there's an app for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness it's Friday. It's date night. My hubby and I will go out to our favorite Mexican Food restaurant and enjoy sitting together, munching on chips and salsa and drinking a margarita. We won't discuss how many calories are in the "Burrito Pablonito". We will, however, talk about how great life is. And we'll be talking to each other. No cell phones allowed on date night. No text messages, no instant messages, no urgent emails that need a reply ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we leave the restaurant we hold hands. Really. We'll drive towards home and, most likely, stop by and pick up some Ben &amp; Jerry's because, well....it's Friday. We'll get home, change into our comfy-cozy (stretchy) veg-out clothes, eat our ice cream and feel way too full.  We'll watch a movie and then make our way upstairs and call it a night. We'll crawl under the covers and snuggle up close. Need to remember why you married this guy in the first place? Yeah...there's an app for that. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2149290989841839797?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2149290989841839797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-app-for-that.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2149290989841839797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2149290989841839797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-app-for-that.html' title='There&apos;s an App for That'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5564301621178384515</id><published>2009-10-28T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:51:59.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Cocker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pierced ears'/><title type='text'>Earrings? No....Hat? Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.earpiercing.org.uk/ear_piercing_pics/ear_piercing_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 270px;" src="http://www.earpiercing.org.uk/ear_piercing_pics/ear_piercing_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;? How is it I can get in bed at night, lay my head on my pillow and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; then realize that my earrings are still in my ear? Once that little stick that protrudes through the back of my ear stabs me in the neck I have to sit up, take them out, reach &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; over and put them on my night stand. Why can't I feel earrings in my ear? These are the deep mysteries of life that I ponder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never - not once - gotten into bed and said...."DANG IT...I forgot to take my shoes off". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to step into the shower and say "SHOOT - I forgot to take my clothes off". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exception, however, is getting into bed with my hat on. Apparently that's a good thing - according to Joe Cocker (all you old dudes sing along with me.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your Can Leave Your Hat On&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby take off your coat&lt;br /&gt;Real slow&lt;br /&gt;Take off your shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'll take off your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Baby take off your dress&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;br /&gt;You can leave your hat on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-5564301621178384515?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5564301621178384515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/earrings-nohat-yes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5564301621178384515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5564301621178384515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/earrings-nohat-yes.html' title='Earrings? No....Hat? Yes!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2638404314271052617</id><published>2009-10-24T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:28:27.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atlanta floods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='televangelist'/><title type='text'>Excuse me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thehostess.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/preacher-460x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 360px;" src="http://thehostess.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/preacher-460x360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been MIA - I know. Life got crazy (none of you can relate, I'm sure). Let me correct that....Life &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IS&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crazy - otherwise, you are dead. And crazy does NOT equal 'bad' - it just implies change, challenge, decision, fun, friends, family (and if you are the '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;' in your family - well...someone has to be so just go with it!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to see the movie 'Couple's Retreat' (I love me some Vince Vaughn). One of the greatest lines was when he said to his wife "we don't have a problem....we have a million problems. That's called life". (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Excuse me #1&lt;/span&gt; - if I didn't quote that verbatim but you get the gist). His point was that these so called 'problems' are just a part of discovering how you live life together. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Excuse me #2&lt;/span&gt; (but read that as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EXCUSE ME??&lt;/span&gt;)- Part of crazy life lately has been the flooding in the city where I live. Our basement took a hit and we had to rip out carpet and are now in the process of repairing the damage (part of the craziness that has caused me to be MIA). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy comes to measure our basement for new carpet and we begin the casual chit-chat about how much damage the floods have done to so many people's homes and business. Then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*BAM*&lt;/span&gt; - out of no where this guy says "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think it's a call to repentance&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million thoughts began swimming though my flood-drenched brain as I stood there in total shock at the arrogance and judgment of this stranger who suddenly took the form of a televangelist waving his holier-than-thou words of condemnation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally looked him square it the eye and said "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EXCUSE ME?&lt;/span&gt;". But for that kind of thinking..no &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;exuse&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2638404314271052617?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2638404314271052617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuse-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2638404314271052617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2638404314271052617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me??'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7265162388422432269</id><published>2009-10-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:20:51.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icarta ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod toilet paper'/><title type='text'>Which way does it go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.gearlive.com/blogimages/icarta-ipod-toilet-paper-dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 330px;" src="http://assets.gearlive.com/blogimages/icarta-ipod-toilet-paper-dock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what do you and YOUR mom argue about? Acceptable boyfriends/husbands? How tight is "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tight&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"? Whether or not it's ok to bury your neighbor's body in the back yard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and and have a running disagreement about which way the toilet paper goes on the roll. Does the paper hang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;over the roll&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;under&lt;/span&gt;? In case you're wondering whose side to choose - I opt for the lovely, flowing swag effect of over the roll. If you want to side with her, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;.....I'll be happy to give your her phone number but let me warn you....she took my advice and did NOT bury her neighbor's body in the back yard.....and no one has seen hide nor hair of him in 7 years. I'm just sayin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt (ha...toilet humor) if someone wants to get me this little baby for Christmas or Ground Hog's Day or National Pancake Day I will hang it any way you say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SIC&lt;/span&gt; and she asked if it's called an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I-POT&lt;/span&gt;? And as she turned to walk away she said "but if you need to stay in the bathroom long enough to need a docking station for your iPod...you need more fiber. I'm just sayin'.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7265162388422432269?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7265162388422432269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/which-way-does-it-go.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7265162388422432269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7265162388422432269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/which-way-does-it-go.html' title='Which way does it go?'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-255933159135771344</id><published>2009-10-01T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:51:57.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candid camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='billy mays'/><title type='text'>Am I on candid camera?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r22/LetMeIn_2007/CandidCameraGreatestMoments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r22/LetMeIn_2007/CandidCameraGreatestMoments.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just feel like I'm in an endless cycle of karma. Remember the lizard in my bathroom? Then the post with all the random answers and the accompanying picture of a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HORNY TOAD&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - you are NOT going to believe this but TODAY I found an actual &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;horny toad&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just arrived in Colorado yesterday and hubby and I went for a walk in the woods today and there it was. The cutest little horny toad ever! I got to show my Yankee husband (no offense meant - it's just that he's skeptical about a lot of stories of my youth)that you really can stroke them between their horns and they fall right asleep! I haven't seen a horny toad in MANY years (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't get nosy and all up in my biz about my age....it's irrelevant - except when I thought I could still wear &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leggings&lt;/span&gt; then apparently it became relevant&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law of attraction is working overtime for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean no disrespect but for those of you who have just recently started following this blog, I will share with you that I wrote a blog months ago asking for the media to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ban Billy Before Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;. Said "Billy" was Billy Mays - the famed info-mercial screamer! It was all in jest and simply a reference to how I really wasn't ready for him before my coffee kicked in. Two days after I wrote that...he was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to freak myself out and yet....I'm curious to see what will manifest itself next. If I wake up tomorrow and I'm 5'10" with a killer hot body and long red hair....I'm going to start playing the lottery!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-255933159135771344?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/255933159135771344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-i-on-candid-camera.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/255933159135771344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/255933159135771344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-i-on-candid-camera.html' title='Am I on candid camera?'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8173512214752439836</id><published>2009-09-28T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:06:35.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poison ivy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uma thurman'/><title type='text'>I WISH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://batman.ugo.com/images/galleries/batman_poisonivy_filmtv/batman_poisonivy_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 495px; height: 800px;" src="http://batman.ugo.com/images/galleries/batman_poisonivy_filmtv/batman_poisonivy_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Thurman I am not. I'm all of 5'2" for starters and that includes the poofy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No....my poison ivy isn't nearly as sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually thankful that fall weather is approaching so I can wear long sleeves and not look out of place...or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;guilty&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - like I did when I was in the 9th grade and wore a turtle neck to bed one sultry Texas summer night in hopes that my dad wouldn't see the **Kiss** mark on my neck. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gross&lt;/span&gt;. Parents...they're not very bright...or rarely suspicious of totally incriminating behavior. Or maybe they were just wise enough to not say anything and let me suffer my shame in pools of sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah....I really got poison ivy on my arms. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gross&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8173512214752439836?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8173512214752439836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8173512214752439836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8173512214752439836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish.html' title='I WISH!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-6419364837844471605</id><published>2009-09-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:31:51.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fundamentalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horny toads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southern etiquette'/><title type='text'>And the answer is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tpwd.state.tx.us/huntwild/wild/images/reptiles/horned_lizardlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 415px;" src="http://www.tpwd.state.tx.us/huntwild/wild/images/reptiles/horned_lizardlarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SO much in my brain that I want to share but I feel that today is just a day to clear up some questions. The fact is - I was raised in the South (not that the rest of the country doesn't have manner and etiquette) and I was taught that it was impolite to not acknowledge someone when they speak to you. So I said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Yes ma'am", "No ma'am" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"yes sir"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quite naturally. (Side note...I found it a bit difficult to say "No Sir" as much as I probably should have but that's another story. You know how it's just so hard to say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; when they.....well, enough about that. *wink wink*. Besides, I think my mom reads this blog.) Besides, I'm just kidding - no, I'm not...yes, I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - Several comments have been in the form of questions. But I read this book called "&lt;a href="http://www.moxiedesignstudios.com/"&gt;Blogging with Moxie&lt;/a&gt;" and it said that if you actually ANSWER someone's comment then it just lets everyone know you are new to Blogging. And so....I have refrained. And I feel just downright RUDE. Or as my FAVORITE 'girl from the hood', &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZkdcYlOn5M"&gt;Bon Qui Qui&lt;/a&gt; says... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"RU"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**STOP - if you have never seen BON QUI QUI - click on that link NOW. Trust me....it will make your day!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Yes....it was actually a real live chameleon in my bathroom. SO CUTE! But I wasn't afraid at all because I grew up playing with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Horny Toads&lt;/span&gt; (see picture)- yes...that's what they were called. I didn't understand until about the 8th grade why boys would laugh when I said "Look...I caught a horny toad". And you could stroke their head right between those little horns and they would fall asleep. A lot of irony going on there now that I'm older and wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2). I have misunderstood the words to songs many times. Or just the meaning of the words as is referenced in a recent post - &lt;a href="http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-why-internet-exists.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. (But if you have to choose between reading an old post or watching Bon Qui Qui...watch Bon Qui Qui) ~ And the reason people don't tell you you're completely messing up the words is that they are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RU&lt;/span&gt; (and laughing at us behind our backs). :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) I have strayed from 200+ years of fundamental, exclusionary, arrogant thinking. And I admitted that I didn't have 'total knowledge and understanding' but what I did have was a love for all humanity. I was forced to choose - so I chose Love. Am I at peace with my decision, you ask?? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YES MA'AM&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-6419364837844471605?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6419364837844471605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-answer-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6419364837844471605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6419364837844471605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-answer-is.html' title='And the answer is....'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8568549160214985775</id><published>2009-09-25T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:21:50.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma Chameleon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy George'/><title type='text'>FFF - Karma is in my bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cre.ations.net:999/image/640/3393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://cre.ations.net:999/image/640/3393.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I wrote about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt; and now a chameleon shows up in my bathroom. Confused? Then you are too young to remember &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-508960/Boy-George-I-like-shadow-old-self.html"&gt;Boy George&lt;/a&gt; unless, of course, you watched "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wedding Singer&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" in which case you got to see a guy who imitated Boy George...and that was probably all anyone really needs to know about Boy George. Except that he was famous for a song called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Karma Chameleon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence?? You tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8568549160214985775?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8568549160214985775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/karma-is-in-my-bathroom.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8568549160214985775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8568549160214985775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/karma-is-in-my-bathroom.html' title='FFF - Karma is in my bathroom'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4862716865690811999</id><published>2009-09-24T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:59:33.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogma'/><title type='text'>A Girl Gone Astray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northernsun.com/images/thumb/My%20Karma%20Ran%20Over%20Dogma%20(0098).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.northernsun.com/images/thumb/My%20Karma%20Ran%20Over%20Dogma%20(0098).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't really go 'astray' because &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D{dot}C&lt;/span&gt; gives this definition of the word 'astray': &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;away from that which is right; into error, confusion, or undesirable action or thought &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;strayed&lt;/span&gt; off the path that I had walked for much of my life where I had be taught the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;exclusive RIGHT WAY&lt;/span&gt; existed. This happened when I began to think for myself and say "HEY....that doesn't sound right". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.....strayed isn't really an accurate description either. More like 'shoved off the side of the cliff next to the path I had been walking". Yeah...more like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever read the children's book "The Emperor's New Clothes"? I suppose exposing the NAKED TRUTH is a sure fire way to get "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAS BOOT&lt;/span&gt;". Ouch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is kind of a deep subject for a Thursday when my mind is thinking thoughts like "YEAH....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt; come on tonight" but I saw this brilliant bumper sticker and I thought YES....that's what I'm talkin' about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote one of my favorite Hippies - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one.  And I believe it could be someday it's going to come.&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cat Stevens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go astray - you'll enjoy the journey a lot more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4862716865690811999?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4862716865690811999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-gone-astray.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4862716865690811999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4862716865690811999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-gone-astray.html' title='A Girl Gone Astray'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7856911503563115872</id><published>2009-09-19T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:54:57.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the godfather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joel mchale the soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wendy williams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the daily show jon stewart'/><title type='text'>What language do you speak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.bet.com/entertainment/spotlight/bet-blog/assets/2009/08/mainlogobuttontall-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 382px;" src="http://blogs.bet.com/entertainment/spotlight/bet-blog/assets/2009/08/mainlogobuttontall-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak Movie - my native dialect is mainly "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt;" but I picked up some TV slang along the way. Like "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How You Doin'?&lt;/span&gt;"....I picked that up from Wendy Williams, whom I had never even heard of until I was watching "&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/the_soup/"&gt;The Soup&lt;/a&gt;". I get my news from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and I get my Hollywood gossip fix from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Soup&lt;/span&gt;. Joel McHale from The Soup L-O-V-E-S to slam Wendy Williams relentlessly so I thought I would at least check out her show to see if she is, indeed, as bizarre as Joel makes her out to be. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She is&lt;/span&gt;. And yet...I find myself slchlepping her suddenly famous phrase around all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How you doin&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'?" I ask the my husband first thing in the morning. He looks at me like I'm speaking a foreign language. The words he gets....the body move and the accent? Not so much. He makes no comment but assumes I'm speaking "Movie". And I don't bother to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him I've made our airline reservations for our trip next week. I ask '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what extra items do we need to pack for this trip&lt;/span&gt;'? He says, in his Al Pacino voice "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;take the gun, leave the cannoli"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We have a few seconds of akward starring at which I point I realize....he also speaks 'movie'. All men speak '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Godfather&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sexy. So I '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;make him an offer he can't refuse&lt;/span&gt;'. And we both speak THAT language quite fluently!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7856911503563115872?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7856911503563115872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-language-do-you-speak.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7856911503563115872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7856911503563115872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-language-do-you-speak.html' title='What language do you speak?'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2414397196754612190</id><published>2009-09-18T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:53:57.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FFF - FAINT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sonjabailes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/faint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.sonjabailes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/faint.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my husband says to me....."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh shoot - the nosey neighbors are here and want us to participate in the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;neighborhood beautification day&lt;/span&gt;.....I think that crazy chick with the bowl cut hair has a chain saw with my name on it. Quick, pretend like you've fainted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey - we have a bear-skin rug!! Someone's getting lucky tonight....and it's not the dude starring through the window! Seriously....I've got to learn to shut the curtains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2414397196754612190?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2414397196754612190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/fff-faint.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2414397196754612190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2414397196754612190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/fff-faint.html' title='FFF - FAINT!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-3872287241229785103</id><published>2009-09-14T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:32:39.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Uncertain.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqkgLQUuK6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/rzahO3FElzA/s1600-h/Life+is+uncertain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqkgLQUuK6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/rzahO3FElzA/s400/Life+is+uncertain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379866607603297186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to, as Ricky Ricardo said.... '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;splain myself Lucy&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the past has no power over the present.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that "what you think about....comes about".&lt;br /&gt;I believe you create your own reality.&lt;br /&gt;I begin each day with a positive thought and a moment of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Beatles were right when they said "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make".&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that giving truly is better than receiving (except for my birthday then I tend to forget that for about a week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - for someone who is all about the 'power of positive thinking' and living in THIS PRESENT MOMENT....it might sound like the statement "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is Uncertain&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" is kind of a downer, negative outlook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it says "life each moment to the fullest". The only certainty any of us have is very moment we are living. So instead of living in the future...."when I've lost these 20 pounds then I'll allow myself to enjoy a tiny brownie"....."when I'm more established in my career then I'll have more free time to spend with my husband/wife/parents/children"....."when I'm rich then I'll be more giving" &lt;br /&gt;Garth Brooks said it this way in the song "I Will Sail My Vessel" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Too many times we stand aside,&lt;br /&gt;and let the water slip away.&lt;br /&gt;And what we put off till tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;has now become today.&lt;br /&gt;So don't you sit apon the shore line,&lt;br /&gt;and say you're satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Choose the chance to rapids,&lt;br /&gt;and dare to dance the tides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So go ahead.....Eat a Brownie for your Breakfast!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-3872287241229785103?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3872287241229785103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-uncertain_14.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3872287241229785103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3872287241229785103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-uncertain_14.html' title='Life is Uncertain.......'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqkgLQUuK6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/rzahO3FElzA/s72-c/Life+is+uncertain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-317325115702868592</id><published>2009-09-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:47:47.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Wife&apos;s Guide to In-laws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She Just Got Married'/><title type='text'>A Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wifeguide.org/images/book1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 421px;" src="http://wifeguide.org/images/book1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you may or may not know (or care - in which case, I forgive you and we're still BFF's) that I also blog on another fabulous site called "&lt;a href="http://www.shejustgotmarried.com/modules/content/"&gt;She Just Got Married&lt;/a&gt;". They are having a very interesting give-away contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone has the amazing In-Laws that I'm blessed with (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;**SHAMELESS KISSING UP**&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in case they ever discover this blog - which could happen because my MIL has suddenly become very techno-savvy - but I'm serious - they're wonderful....I mean, come on...have I ever lied to you before?). Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - for the REST of you who are married, engaged or considering 'sealing the deal' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOR-EV-AH and EV-AH&lt;/span&gt; - you might want this. So check it out &lt;a href="http://www.shejustgotmarried.com/modules/blog/post.php?entryid=468"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you win you will, most likely, want to invite me over for dinner or name your first child after me but a simple 'thank you' will be just fine. So...in advance - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're welcome!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-317325115702868592?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/317325115702868592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/giveaway.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/317325115702868592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/317325115702868592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/giveaway.html' title='A Giveaway!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-813631049731400769</id><published>2009-09-11T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:49:23.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballroom dancing'/><title type='text'>FFF - FAIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqphN25r_0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ocHDnysivYQ/s1600-h/Love+black+and+white+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqphN25r_0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ocHDnysivYQ/s400/Love+black+and+white+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380219595551145794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone lost her camera charger! Not just this week or even last month but more like 3 months ago. I have been leaching off my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SIC&lt;/span&gt; since then being too cheap to spend the money and actually buy my own when it was so easy just to use hers! But she lives a thousand miles away and even though she knows I'm totally dependent on her at this point - suddenly she's all in my face with "buy your own stupid charger and leave me alone"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...that's a lie. She'd actually give me hers if I asked for it. I hate that about her....she's so nice - and it makes me look bad. Oh well....there has to be balance in any relationship! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a picture of me and my hubby. I dress like this every day and when he comes home I let him kiss my hand. Actually, I'm naked but the necklace is fantastic! My hubby has to wear a tux to work because he's very important and most days at lunch, the guys at his office challenge each other to a little ballroom dancing. He has an unfair advantage though because his hair gives me more of an aerodynamic ability to glide across the floor. We lead an extraordinary life and most people are insanely jealous of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lie?? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-813631049731400769?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/813631049731400769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/fff-fail.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/813631049731400769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/813631049731400769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/fff-fail.html' title='FFF - FAIL!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqphN25r_0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ocHDnysivYQ/s72-c/Love+black+and+white+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1958709292281726657</id><published>2009-09-09T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:00:05.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria callas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s not over till the fat lady sings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ava Maria'/><title type='text'>The Show Hadn't Even Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sqexk3QT3hI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OOCcHZ-b0Pw/s1600-h/Party_Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sqexk3QT3hI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OOCcHZ-b0Pw/s400/Party_Woman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379463526783114770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the phrase "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's not over till the fat lady sings"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this one thing straight before I go any further.....My mom is not fat! Quite the opposite. But she did sing - well, she &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lip-synched&lt;/span&gt; - much to our surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a family wedding this past Saturday. It was a lovely garden wedding. The music was playing through the air as we were all seated in the courtyard listening to the words of 'Ava Maria' or some OPERA song - who cares what the exact song was....I want you to get the picture before I go any further - Got it? Ok...on with the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at the deck that was towering above us. Several people were gathered there - members of the wedding party who would soon make their way down to be seated among the guests. Suddenly, my mom, slightly leaning over the railing of the deck, tossed her arms up like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A60tQ--67MY"&gt;Maria Callas&lt;/a&gt; and began pretending she was at the Metropolitan Opera House performing to a sell out crowd of beloved fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This definitely confirms why I am the way I am. So, yeah....I have an excuse. She was hysterical - and I wouldn't have her any other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1958709292281726657?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1958709292281726657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/show-hadnt-even-started.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1958709292281726657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1958709292281726657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/show-hadnt-even-started.html' title='The Show Hadn&apos;t Even Started'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sqexk3QT3hI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OOCcHZ-b0Pw/s72-c/Party_Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7631213145198974482</id><published>2009-09-07T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:13:27.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Piggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Osborne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circle of friends'/><title type='text'>Lil ol' me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5L8n66GTpY/SoHx3QumPSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uKmi7SlJoS8/s320/circle-of-friends-award.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5L8n66GTpY/SoHx3QumPSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uKmi7SlJoS8/s320/circle-of-friends-award.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;An award&lt;/span&gt;? For moi? Do I sound at all like Miss Piggy? Trust me...I do a great impersonation of her....and Sharon Osborne....and Jimmy Stewart - I'm off track again, aren't I? &lt;br /&gt;I stand before you and proudly accept this award!! And THANK YOU &lt;a href="http://funtimesofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Newlywed Giggles&lt;/a&gt; (she makes me laugh .... not just 'LOL' but L-A-U-G-H~) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - without further delay I pass this on to FIVE NEW FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Constructive Attitude and her blog &lt;a href="http://symphonic-discord.blogspot.com/"&gt;Symphonic-Discord&lt;/a&gt; - I have much to learn from her life perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) JennyMac at &lt;a href="http://letshaveacocktail.blogspot.com/"&gt;Let's Have a Cocktail&lt;/a&gt;...love her tag line..."Thirsty for humor? Let's have a cocktail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;a href="http://wifeoriley.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Wife of Riley&lt;/a&gt; - she's a Johnny Depp fan...Need I say More? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Jeska00 at &lt;a href="http://ericandjessicastoltzfus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ordered my Days Sunnyside Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Because anyone with that attitude is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Connie K at &lt;a href="http://conniekhuzaie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Living My Glamorous Life&lt;/a&gt; - her blog is sassy and delicious an she loves the retro look (like..ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you check them ALL OUT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The rules for accepting this award is as follows…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nominate 5 other bloggers that you feel have become part of your circle of friends in the blogger world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Link back to the person who gave you the award in your blog post, to show your appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;3. Comment on their blogs to let them know they’ve received the award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7631213145198974482?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7631213145198974482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/lil-ol-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7631213145198974482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7631213145198974482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/lil-ol-me.html' title='Lil ol&apos; me?'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5L8n66GTpY/SoHx3QumPSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uKmi7SlJoS8/s72-c/circle-of-friends-award.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-948035215967866270</id><published>2009-09-04T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:23:38.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracle grow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Soprano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio State'/><title type='text'>FFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqEgN0NRq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wKagdTlx7xY/s1600-h/flower+backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqEgN0NRq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wKagdTlx7xY/s400/flower+backyard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377614851781798898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be saying 'Big Whoop-de-do.....a Canna - everyone has seen a Canna." True dat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my husband decided he was going to become Mr. Green Thumb and take over the horticulture portion of our lives. To date he has planted, pruned, cultivated, watered, Miracle-growed (I'm well aware that's not a real word....work with me here) and finally, dug up and thrown away 7 rose bushes. "They don't want to bloom here - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt; (he said in his Tony Soprano voice)....then they're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;outta here&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Capiche&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" And he axed them and tossed them with no remorse. I took note of that - and I now make sure he has plenty of mixed nuts and other man food when it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ohio State Game Day&lt;/span&gt;....and I never turn my back to him....and I sleep with one eye open but that's all beside the point, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years went by and I feared the death penalty sentence would be handed down any day. But then...in just the nick of time... a stay of execution was handed down from above!! At last - he was a gardner and this beautiful canna was proof!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-948035215967866270?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/948035215967866270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/fff.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/948035215967866270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/948035215967866270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/fff.html' title='FFF'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SqEgN0NRq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wKagdTlx7xY/s72-c/flower+backyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7605192242578287400</id><published>2009-09-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:00:05.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth in advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paula deen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunkin donuts waffle sandwich'/><title type='text'>Hot = Healthy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sp_L5iUkChI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UG09xwWAVvM/s1600-h/dd+waff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sp_L5iUkChI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UG09xwWAVvM/s400/dd+waff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377240669429697042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong....I love me some yummy carbohydrates and trans fatty calories and if they're wrapped up in a delicious biscuit, brownie, or bodacious waffle sandwich then all the better. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUTT.&lt;/span&gt;...I'm sorry...I mean - But, if you are attempting to use subliminal advertising to make me think that just because I'm eating a 'hot breakfast' that it equates to HEALTHY then someone slap me before I am brainwashed into believing it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the marketing geniuses resort to talking boxes of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lonely cereal &lt;/span&gt; (you know....that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt; breakfast food - the ones that, at least, have vitamins and minerals added and, when added to milk supply some calcium and Vitamin D) to sway me to the dark side then that's why I say...."&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can we get a reality check here people&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to 'Truth in Advertising'? Tell it like it is!! And guess what...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We'll still buy!!&lt;/span&gt; And that, my friends, is why &lt;a href="http://www.shejustgotmarried.com/modules/blog/post.php?entryid=207"&gt;Paula Dean&lt;/a&gt; should be our next president!! And yes.....I want you to click on the link and see what I'm talking about!! She created this with a warning....."&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eat ONE in a lifetime&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". But hey....she definitely tells it like it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7605192242578287400?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7605192242578287400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-healthy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7605192242578287400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7605192242578287400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-healthy.html' title='Hot = Healthy?'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Sp_L5iUkChI/AAAAAAAAAJs/UG09xwWAVvM/s72-c/dd+waff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1001866465577430143</id><published>2009-09-01T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:10:04.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Progressive Insurance Flo'/><title type='text'>Just Go with the Flo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.progressive.com/insurance/flo/images/flo-superstore-shelves.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 463px;" src="http://www.progressive.com/insurance/flo/images/flo-superstore-shelves.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next life I'm going to be Flo, the Progressive Insurance Chick. Did you know her name was Flo? I know because she bought herself a 'tricked out' name badge with the money she saved on her auto insurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be that kind of girl....she can wear blue converse tennis shoes AND fire engine red lipstick! The girl has style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile lights up a room and anyone who comes to see her goes away happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I won't wait until my next life. I'll start with the smile and work my way up to the blue shoes. Not sure I can pull that one off just yet but I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know how to smile!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1001866465577430143?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1001866465577430143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-go-with-flo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1001866465577430143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1001866465577430143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-go-with-flo.html' title='Just Go with the Flo!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8014214854048008855</id><published>2009-08-30T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:37:18.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny looking people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SprnYgWEs-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TkcnB5aQ5lM/s1600-h/funny+lookin+peeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SprnYgWEs-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TkcnB5aQ5lM/s400/funny+lookin+peeople.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375863513405502434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to walk in crowded places and 'size people up'. **Correction - I USED to.** My best friend and I did this when we were walking through the mall. She and I played this game (which now reminds me that (a) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I was pretty naive&lt;/span&gt; and (b) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I had way too much free time on my hands&lt;/span&gt;). It was called "I can name that person's profession in less than 5 seconds just by looking at them". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ooohhh - school teacher!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh yeah....definitely a lawyer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hooker....dressed like a suburban housewife. I'm not fooled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they were really pretty, well dressed women (especially if they were wearing a tennis outfit while walking through the mall) - they definitely got tagged as Hooker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you haven't played this game!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just dress 'funny'....which reminds me of a joke - here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Why don't cannibals eat clowns?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because they taste funny!" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you laughing? It's FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - here's a picture of me and some of my girlfriends making fun of the way other people dress. Yea....we were looking pretty good that day, don't you agree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?? We look like.....WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's SO not funny!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8014214854048008855?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8014214854048008855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-looking-people.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8014214854048008855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8014214854048008855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-looking-people.html' title='Funny looking people'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SprnYgWEs-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TkcnB5aQ5lM/s72-c/funny+lookin+peeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1896582853385932493</id><published>2009-08-28T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:43:45.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock climbing'/><title type='text'>FFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SpfshBXjNKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ODkCxC1GZiI/s1600-h/Me+fake+rock+climbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SpfshBXjNKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ODkCxC1GZiI/s400/Me+fake+rock+climbing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375024732337026210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive, yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...a rock climber. Ok - I'm faking it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the only place I fake it! :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey....does that rock make my butt look big?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1896582853385932493?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1896582853385932493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/fff.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1896582853385932493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1896582853385932493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/fff.html' title='FFF'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SpfshBXjNKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ODkCxC1GZiI/s72-c/Me+fake+rock+climbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-6991195920305209368</id><published>2009-08-27T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:54:43.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatorade &quot;G&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone Mountain'/><title type='text'>A New Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dianasdesignsonline.com/catalog/images/spider%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 244px;" src="http://dianasdesignsonline.com/catalog/images/spider%20web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my frickin' medal? If someone, who is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a 'morning' person (yes....I have the tee shirt), gets out of bed before sunrise without the threat of bodily harm and then willingly (but not enthusiastically, mind you) goes and climbs 1.4 MILES up a mountain then that person deserves an award!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I don't have &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwhTYFwfACA"&gt;"G"&lt;/a&gt;! Click on the "G" if you need an explanation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sipped my coffee while my mountain lovin' hubby drove us over to the scene of the crime (aka Stone Mountain). Blurry eyed, I begin my trek. I decided to give my feet a break and walk on the dirt path up said mountain instead of on the hard rock. It's more nature-y walking through the trees. I'm actually in the 'zone', feeling all sportsy-like. The air is still cool because the sun isn't fully up yet. Then BAM - I run face first into a spider web. So much for my zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'oh so clever' hubby says "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So, you found a new website&lt;/span&gt;?" I should have knocked him on his Gluteus Maximus....but I didn't have "G"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-6991195920305209368?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6991195920305209368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-website.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6991195920305209368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6991195920305209368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-website.html' title='A New Website'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1732413184251010558</id><published>2009-08-25T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:52:41.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Taking your Guy on a Shopping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgur.com/TtLdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 491px; height: 389px;" src="http://imgur.com/TtLdb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had tried to write something more entertaining myself I couldn't have....yes I could - stop taunting me!! I'll show &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....later. But for now - read this and then think long and hard about taking your hubby or boyfriend or BROTHER (yeah...this is SO my brother) shopping with you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1732413184251010558?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1732413184251010558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-we-dont-take-men-shopping-with-us.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1732413184251010558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1732413184251010558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-we-dont-take-men-shopping-with-us.html' title='Taking your Guy on a Shopping Trip'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-3532170527365952418</id><published>2009-08-24T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:28:49.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Zombie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownies'/><title type='text'>Missing in Action - Catch up FFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SpKUSKwPVGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MkkSbPMVz9k/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SpKUSKwPVGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MkkSbPMVz9k/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373520345251664994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me? I was on an airplane Friday - please don't leave me just because I stood you up this once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home late Friday and came home to water disaster - as in flooded basement. But Stanley Steamer came to the rescue. Oh woe is me.....now wait, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHOA is me&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - as in STOP the WHINING AND EXCUSES and get on with an explanation of this fantastic picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My S.I.C. and I were making dinner and she actually let me use the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;big girl knife&lt;/span&gt;!! But I had already sampled the pan of brownies with extra chocolate chips sprinkled in so I think she assumed it was safe. Anyway - this is what I saw when I cut open the Red Pepper!! Isn't it awesome?? I took a picture just in case Rob Zombie wants to use it in a new horror movie. My phone hasn't rung yet but you never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it odd that I want to give it a name? Any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-3532170527365952418?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3532170527365952418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-in-action-catch-up-fff.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3532170527365952418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3532170527365952418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-in-action-catch-up-fff.html' title='Missing in Action - Catch up FFF'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SpKUSKwPVGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MkkSbPMVz9k/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4008290058406623402</id><published>2009-08-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:58:02.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viva la Vida Cold Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvis Presley'/><title type='text'>This is why the internet exists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oklawholesale.com/images/_products/iwds/34-880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.oklawholesale.com/images/_products/iwds/34-880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been singing along with a great song on the radio - you even have most of the words right - but you really have no idea what it's really about? YES YOU HAVE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viva la Vida&lt;/span&gt;" by Cold Play for months now just SURE that it was all about Elvis Presley - how he used to be "King" and "I used to roll the dice" (which sounded like a perfect tie in to Viva Las Vegas)...etc, etc. It made perfect since....well, most of it anyway....except the part that made &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NO SENSE&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics (dot com). AHA - "Roman Cavalry choirs are singing"....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHAT?? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old friend Google beckoned me... "ASK ME ANYTHING and I'LL TELL YOU THE ANSWER". So I said "OK - FINE....what does it MEAN??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it has nothing to do with Elvis. I feel betrayed. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4008290058406623402?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4008290058406623402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-why-internet-exists.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4008290058406623402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4008290058406623402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-why-internet-exists.html' title='This is why the internet exists'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7970513988833212094</id><published>2009-08-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:35:50.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Tall...I'm Short.....it just works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.openerg.com/images/tall_man_short_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.openerg.com/images/tall_man_short_woman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 5'2" and that's with my Texas hair - he's 6'5". We get "looks" when we walk through the mall...which is rare because hubby hates to shop!! But we are a sight and people ask strange questions - well, they never really come out and ask but they certainly imply that they are wondering. I just stop them and say...."we're the same height laying down". As Ron White says (the Blue Collar Comedy Tour guy - the irreverent one) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that'll shut 'er up&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several advantages to being married to a tall guy....I don't have to keep a step stool in the kitchen, he can clean the ceiling fans without standing on a chair and we are pretty awesome at volleyball. Ok -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; he's&lt;/span&gt; awesome but I have a pretty good serve - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alright fine&lt;/span&gt;....it's not all that great but WHATEVER! But - I discovered that his height is not always a blessing - at least not to ME because I had NO IDEA what was on the top of my refrigerator!! Do you know what's on top of yours? Let me tell you....if you haven't looked in over a year, well, I'll just say that if hubby and I are coming over to your house - I'll give you fair warning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7970513988833212094?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7970513988833212094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-tallim-shortit-just-works.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7970513988833212094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7970513988833212094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-tallim-shortit-just-works.html' title='He&apos;s Tall...I&apos;m Short.....it just works!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-83643637719291277</id><published>2009-08-17T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:14:19.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk the plank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing cards'/><title type='text'>A friendly game of Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SomcuWIet1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QTrmKTpQOrw/s1600-h/cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SomcuWIet1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QTrmKTpQOrw/s400/cards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370996350645090130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can learn alot about people you thought you knew SO WELL by playing a game of cards. Now I'm not saying I was doing the cheating....or that my partner was giving me signals.....or that our opponents were acting like they were innocent themselves when, in fact, they were doing the subtle head nod...I'm just sayin' - it was an evening of revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pizza arrived. And life was good....for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made a HUGE miscalculation. It was at a most climactic point in the game...the tensions were high.....and I couldn't decide which card to discard. Then I made this announcement ... "give me a minute....I'm thinking". Let's just say that phrase was used against me several times over the next days because I made the mother of all bad choices in my discard selection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I laughed and said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"HEY...it's just a card game"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thank goodness there was not a plank for me to walk or I would not be here sharing this funny little story with you today. But there was still pizza so all turned out ok......this time. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-83643637719291277?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/83643637719291277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendly-game-of-cards.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/83643637719291277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/83643637719291277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendly-game-of-cards.html' title='A friendly game of Cards'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SomcuWIet1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QTrmKTpQOrw/s72-c/cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4147019662895249797</id><published>2009-08-10T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:38:41.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redneck waitress'/><title type='text'>Restaurant HORROR Story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gameheck.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/calvin-tucker-s-redneck-jamboree-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 569px; height: 800px;" src="http://gameheck.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/calvin-tucker-s-redneck-jamboree-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!!! What you are about to read is TRUE! This is not a story for the weak of stomach or those who frequent eating establishments where the wait staff wears curlers in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sis in Crime's husband was eating lunch with a guy who wanted to go to a certain 'restaurant' (I say that quite loosely) which will remain unnamed because I may be blonde (pink is GONE) and I may be southern but I AIN'T STOOPID!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law has exquisite tastes in dining and just the idea that he was even at this place amazes me. So...he orders chocolate milk (although I'm sure many of the regular clientele probably order beer for breakfast). The waitress brings his glass of chocolate milk and it's obvious some had run down the side of the glass. Whatever! He takes a drink and almost GAGS - it's obviously sour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls the waitress over and politely says "I believe this milk has gone sour". She says........(YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS SO SIT DOWN!).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah....I thought it smelled bad when I tasted it but I couldn't really tell since I have such a bad cold&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dare you to top that one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4147019662895249797?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4147019662895249797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/restaurant-horror-story.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4147019662895249797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4147019662895249797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/restaurant-horror-story.html' title='Restaurant HORROR Story!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2036928213579653770</id><published>2009-08-07T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:19:28.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dish TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Weather Channel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>F F F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Snw3zn39_6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/DldSSPxMfXg/s1600-h/horoscope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Snw3zn39_6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/DldSSPxMfXg/s400/horoscope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367226215935377314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what that means!! And if you don't....well, make up your own title! See? We're already off to a FUN FRIDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as if I needed an excuse to NOT cook, this little beauty showed up on our daily TV horoscope....and yea, I took a picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how Mr. Hubby and I always check out the horoscope (right after we watch The Weather Channel and make fun of how they can be wrong on the forecast time after time and still keep their jobs). We only started this horoscope kick a few months ago when he accidentally pressed some button on the Dish TV remote and found it. And each time we laugh about how insane the stuff they come up with is but then when this one showed up.....I figured the stars had absolutely lined up perfectly just for me and that, indeed, this one was a keeper/believer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2036928213579653770?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2036928213579653770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/f-f-f.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2036928213579653770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2036928213579653770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/f-f-f.html' title='F F F'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/Snw3zn39_6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/DldSSPxMfXg/s72-c/horoscope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1233265813233355469</id><published>2009-08-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:00:16.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singer Pink'/><title type='text'>Such a Girl Thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fd/MissundaztoodCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fd/MissundaztoodCover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - where have I been all week? Getting ready to be away from home for 2 1/2 weeks. And now....I'm here - in my temporary home which is in Colorado and it's just beautiful. BUT...that's not the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we are to leave - I decide that my hair (*sigh*) need a little trim. I just didn't have any time to go to my FAB hairdresser because I was doing - well, all those last minute things. But let me back up and tell you why I needed to trim a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this new product that is supposed to just smooth out your hair leaving it silky and sexy (well....in my mind that's what I envisioned). So I put some on and then I used my flat iron and suddenly MY HAIR WAS PINK!! I missed this lesson in chemistry class where "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;product X" + Heat = PINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; - both the color and the singer. I like the singer because she's just real - just who she is ...except for the pink hair which NO ONE is...naturally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissors in hand, I start chopping. And now...I'm here in Colorado with my Sister-in-Crimes' hair dresser's number in hand getting ready to have to tell this story to her. Or....maybe I'll just keep the pink punk rock look. It is kind of cool! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1233265813233355469?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1233265813233355469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-girl-thing.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1233265813233355469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1233265813233355469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-girl-thing.html' title='Such a Girl Thing!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8990792665286008294</id><published>2009-08-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:56:16.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy grifith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerry seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socrates'/><title type='text'>Peas ...Just Peas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SneGeSxdGxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uTGv1LHZ7N0/s1600-h/peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SneGeSxdGxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uTGv1LHZ7N0/s400/peas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365905336028699410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I want to just say THANK YOU so much for all the kind comments after my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dia de la Funk&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps I should mark it on the calendar so I'll know it's coming next year. Darn sun spots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my husband and I were eating dinner and watching Andy Griffith. We're just wild &amp; crazy like that. I made a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fabu-licious&lt;/span&gt; pork roast and some sweet green peas. I love peas. But there's art to eating peas with your fork and for some reason, I was more of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;starving&lt;/span&gt; artist last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Jerry Seinfeld worked the 'perils of peas' into one of his shows. He broke up with a girl (in TV land) for eating peas with her fork one at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it just cracked me up. Peas are just a funny little vegetable and whoever first discovered them must have had a heck of a time trying to show friends and family how to eat them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way.... I realized how insignificant peas are in the grand scheme and how this funny little green ball, rolling off my fork, made me think how equally small so many things are that we imagine to be huge problems. So instead of trying to pile the peas up on my fork - I took just a few at a time, ate them slowly and actually enjoyed my dinner more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - I decided to let those nagging little 'issues' roll right off my brain just like the peas rolled of my fork. Wow - I'm not sure even Plato or Socrates had this kind of amazing wisdom. Sweet...like peas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8990792665286008294?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8990792665286008294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/peas-just-peas.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8990792665286008294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8990792665286008294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/peas-just-peas.html' title='Peas ...Just Peas'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SneGeSxdGxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uTGv1LHZ7N0/s72-c/peas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-9053763937729094275</id><published>2009-08-03T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:28:22.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Bull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tazmanian devil'/><title type='text'>"E" is for Energy (or where can I get some?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dragoart.com/tuts/pics/5/1443/how-to-draw-taz-the-tasmanian-devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.dragoart.com/tuts/pics/5/1443/how-to-draw-taz-the-tasmanian-devil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday and typically I'm READY TO GO!! I love my work and am usually bubbling over with ideas and energy because I've taken a day or so to relax - which is not entirely true because my body is like that little non-stop Tazmanian Devil cartoon from way back when. I'm one of those 'can't sit still' kinda girls and even when I turn my computer off and am lying on a float in the middle of the pool....my mind is still going 100 miles an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend was.....funky. I promise that won't be next week's "F" word. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there was just some kind of negative mojo floating around that sucked all the fun out of me. Friends were having 'issues' and I just decided to let all of that sort of pile up on my head and carry it ALL around for a while because I love these people and it hurts me to see them hurt. Then, I couldn't fall asleep because all of these things kept playing in my head like a broken record. Aye ya ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today would be a good day to try Red Bull!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-9053763937729094275?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/9053763937729094275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-is-for-energy-or-where-can-i-get-some.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/9053763937729094275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/9053763937729094275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-is-for-energy-or-where-can-i-get-some.html' title='&quot;E&quot; is for Energy (or where can I get some?)'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-195051177635564963</id><published>2009-07-31T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:07:40.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><title type='text'>No.... I'M funnier!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SnLqPzbLYNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JFT3fe6Z0o/s1600-h/im+funnier+ecard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SnLqPzbLYNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JFT3fe6Z0o/s400/im+funnier+ecard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364607663374819538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Friday Foto (gag...I still feel so guilty for doing that) I'm using a picture I borrowed from my good friend "google images". We have an understanding and it's ok with him if I use his pics as long as I give him credit. Duly noted...so let it be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you and your husband ever have this argument? Really - we have debated who is funnier than whom (who? whom? or WHO CARES?). But that's about the extent of our arguments. So what if he's actually performed at a comedy club? I don't care - I'm still funnier! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of figured out that arguments are such a waste of time and not nearly as much fun as laughing, talking, scheming and plotting different ways we plan to take over the world....you know, life's simple pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you find yourself headed toward an argument - just stop, put your hands on your hips and with your best 'serious face' look right at your opponent and say...."OH YEA?? WELL....I'm FUNNIER THAN YOU!" Then smile and walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 'right' is so overrated - and laughter really is the best medicine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-195051177635564963?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/195051177635564963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-im-funnier.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/195051177635564963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/195051177635564963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-im-funnier.html' title='No.... I&apos;M funnier!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SnLqPzbLYNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JFT3fe6Z0o/s72-c/im+funnier+ecard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2988482205800149224</id><published>2009-07-30T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:51:17.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lighthousesweets.com/Images/NoBakeCookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 171px;" src="http://lighthousesweets.com/Images/NoBakeCookies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much for focusing on the negative but I think this is of global importance. Girls - has this ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat a healthy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then - 30 minutes later - BAM....the craving hits and your mind goes into frenzy mode. You purposefully did NOT buy junk food at the your last trip to the grocery store. Now you're in PANIC mode and there is NO CHOCOLATE to be found! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for the time it would take to bake some D'lish brownies. I needed a fix and I needed it right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to my default emergency plan. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JIFFY COOKIES&lt;/span&gt;. Some people call them 'no bake'. Whatever you call them - they are warm and yummy chocolate - especially if you eat them right out of the pan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to just make half of a recipe - because I have such self control (HA). &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I went wrong but they turned out DRY and hard. FAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - I managed to get my fix before they set up like little lumps of clay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...if you don't have this recipe handy, I'm sharing it with you now. You will thank me one day. And for goodness sake.....just make the WHOLE recipe. Then someone else will thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No-Bake Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. 2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;   2. 1 stick of butter&lt;br /&gt;   3. 1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;   4. 1/3 cup cocoa powder (Not Dutch Process)&lt;br /&gt;   5. 1/2 cup creamy peanut butter (I’ve used crunchy, but if you go this route you should use a little more peanut butter overall, maybe 1/3 cup more).&lt;br /&gt;   6. 1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;   7. 2 1/2 cups quick cook oatmeal (NOT instant...but the one minute kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place sugar, butter, milk and cocoa in large saucepan, and bring to a boil, stirring occasionally. Boil for exactly one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove from heat and stir in peanut butter and vanilla until peanut butter melts. Stir in oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop by the spoonful onto waxed paper or a silicone baking mat, and allow to cool. Enjoy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2988482205800149224?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2988482205800149224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/fail.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2988482205800149224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2988482205800149224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/fail.html' title='FAIL!!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-3234870430711473152</id><published>2009-07-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:53:18.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.Honest  Scrap award'/><title type='text'>Oh yeah...I ROCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzSh8qRUSvA/SmojyKVxfcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/UmgI8ZK12ls/s400/blog_honest_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzSh8qRUSvA/SmojyKVxfcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/UmgI8ZK12ls/s400/blog_honest_award.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew this little Blog of mine which happened quite synchronistically (really, what would I do without Dictionary.com) would suddenly be at the center of my daily thoughts? And now.....ladies and gentlemen (yeah...I gots myself a guy follower!) I have been given another award!! Please.....keep the applause to a minimum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank you J&lt;a href="http://jonesingforthejones.blogspot.com/"&gt;enniLoo of Jonesin for the Jones&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just SO MUCH FUN! So here we go with the rules of this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, as the recipient of this prestigious award I have to tell 10 true things about myself in my blog that no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I have to notify those 10 bloggers who follow the same forum - I'll be leaving comments on each of your pages and when you post your ten things, be sure to post a link back to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ten Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. I stuffed my bra on a first date. &lt;br /&gt;   2. I used to wear a ring that was made with the eye of a dead man. Really. A friend whose dad made dentures for a living made it. I didn't get to keep it but it sure made for fun conversation while I had it.&lt;br /&gt;   3. I am the CEO of a corporation (but this blog is where I get to just play).&lt;br /&gt;   4. I was the 6th grade Spelling Bee champion.&lt;br /&gt;   5. I parasailed UPSIDE DOWN one time because I wanted to see what everything looked like from that angle.&lt;br /&gt;   6. I have a crush on Johnny Depp - oh wait...I guess that's not a secret. :-)&lt;br /&gt;   7. I can imitate Sharon Osborne - and it's pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;   8. I have never seen a James Bond Movie or Harry Potter...or Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;   9. I'm related to a famous NASCAR driver but I've never, ever watched a race!&lt;br /&gt;  10. My brownies are so good because I use a secret ingredient that is not from the United States. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now the People I have tagged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatestis-love.blogspot.com/"&gt;AMS - Faith, Hope, Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seeme-enjoyit.blogspot.com/"&gt;TeeTee - Through the Looking Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://southernbellejm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Southern Belle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annieandbillychaptersofourlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie - Chapters of Our Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourstrulydesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/a&gt; (feel better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://franniefiresback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frannie Fires Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepuddlesofsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Puddles of Sunshine &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simpleyetperfectlysweet.blogspot.com/"&gt;JP - Simply Yet Perfectly Sweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letshaveacocktail.blogspot.com/"&gt;Let's Have a Cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cardigansandkisses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cardigans and Kisses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW - that was SO hard to choose just 10! And this is why I haven't posted in a few days. SO....TAG Y'ALL!! Pass on the love. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-3234870430711473152?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3234870430711473152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yeahi-rock.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3234870430711473152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3234870430711473152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yeahi-rock.html' title='Oh yeah...I ROCK!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzSh8qRUSvA/SmojyKVxfcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/UmgI8ZK12ls/s72-c/blog_honest_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-6676234061175071445</id><published>2009-07-27T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:37:31.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chili&apos;s chocolate paradise pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feng shui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>The Letter "D" is for Delicious!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens4511432_1241760680Chilis_Paradise_Pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 197px;" src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens4511432_1241760680Chilis_Paradise_Pie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I do not love to cook. Shocked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I love to bake? Confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. I used to think they were basically the same thing. They are not. Cooking, in my definition equals work and necessity. While I might prefer to hang out with friends, lay by the pool, read blogs or books, paint a room and rearrange everything two or three times just to mess with the feng shui gods, at some point my body says "HEY....we need a little refueling here, if ya don't mind!" That's when it's time to cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baking equals FUN (again...in my own personal dictionary). Baking is art - it's an opportunity to indulge the senses that go beyond the basic necessity for sustaining life and yet....it brings a form of balance to an otherwise, drab existence. It's the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;culinary Feng Shui&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why, after I did a 5 mile mountain trek yesterday with my husband, we came home and ate a protein filled omelet brunch and had a mid day protein shake. But later that evening, I met one of my best girlfriends for dinner and completed the Yin to my Yang by splitting a piece of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chili's Chocolate Paradise pie&lt;/span&gt; with her.....and yes...it was simply &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-6676234061175071445?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6676234061175071445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter-d-is-for-delicious.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6676234061175071445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6676234061175071445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter-d-is-for-delicious.html' title='The Letter &quot;D&quot; is for Delicious!!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8768730125269041249</id><published>2009-07-25T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:26:45.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omelete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morisette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Funniest Videos'/><title type='text'>It Clearly Says "Omelet Pan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SXtal9znG_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OTWWCccwS9s/s320/omelet+pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SXtal9znG_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OTWWCccwS9s/s320/omelet+pan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I love, love, love weekend brunch and would dearly love to experience it every other day of the week but there’s that little thing called ‘work’ that keeps cramping our lifestyle. Nonetheless – I'm talking about a slow, laid-back kind of day where we drink coffee till 10:00 a.m. and follow it up with, what he refers to as, a ‘country girl breakfast’. That means biscuits and cream gravy, strawberry jam and scrambled eggs with cheese and, just for that extra bit of tasty, caloric delight….bacon. AHHH – bacon. So we talk about how yummy that would be and reminisce about the days before we knew what ‘carbs’ were. Then we agree that, perhaps, we should stick to omelets – which we love and since I’m from Texas – I, naturally, top mine with pico de gallo. Now THAT is what I call good eatin’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So – here’s the point…..we decided to go shopping for a bona-fide &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;omelet pan&lt;/span&gt;. Sure, you can cook them in a traditional non-stick pan that you’d use for grilled cheese sandwiches or salmon fillet but what if we had a pan that was made specifically for cooking omelets? How distinguished we would feel and how magnificent those omelets would surely taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO…off to “Kitchen Gadget Store” (I love the store but am not so sure the employees are the sharpest knives in the drawer – kitchen humor – ha!). Hubby and I walk the aisles in search of the HOLY GRAIL of omelet pans since we have committed to less carbs, more protein. Alas – there it was. I picked it up and it said in big, bold letters “Omelet Pan”. It was beautiful and shiny and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt; which had to mean something wonderful. Hubby doesn’t love (aka - abhors) shopping so this meant our trip to said store had come to an end. We proceed to the checkout counter with treasure in hand. The young man, whose job was to scan item, collect money, and bid us a heart-felt “have a good day”, says “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yea…this is a ‘good pan’ but I hear EGGS STICK TO IT&lt;/span&gt;”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around to see if someone was filming for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;America's Funniest Videos&lt;/span&gt;. And.... I’m thinking about contacting Alanis Morissette to ask her to re-write her song….”Isn’t it Ironic”?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8768730125269041249?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8768730125269041249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-clearly-says-omelet-pan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8768730125269041249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8768730125269041249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-clearly-says-omelet-pan.html' title='It Clearly Says &quot;Omelet Pan&quot;'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SXtal9znG_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OTWWCccwS9s/s72-c/omelet+pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8802036463280680704</id><published>2009-07-24T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:07:08.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krispy kreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictionary.com'/><title type='text'>Favorite 'Foto' Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SmnNpI51QnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ywR0zkErPbc/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SmnNpI51QnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ywR0zkErPbc/s400/076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362042938009666162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh - I can't believe I'm breaking my own rule with that title! I have always had a disdain for not spelling words correctly but I also like alliteration (dictionary.com definition - "The repetition of the beginning sounds of words, as in “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,” “long-lived,” “short shrift,” and “the fickle finger of fate.”&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - just in case you wanted an official reference or, if you are like me and didn't know that it's what it's called.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband suggested that now that I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;woman of word wisdom&lt;/span&gt; that I be sure and pronounce it correctly. "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like to alliterate&lt;/span&gt;" and not "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I are illiterate&lt;/span&gt;" - in which case, I could not even give you a dictionary.com reference if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dizzy...what was I trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...Pictures on Friday. See? That just doesn't sound as much fun. Anyway - here's one of my favs. It's a man holding a goat named Madonna. He entices people with his little goat to come listen to his stories of the history of the beautiful island of St. Thomas. I was one of them and it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this new Friday Feature and now, I'm going to go eat a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/span&gt;. I guess it's ok to break the rules sometimes, even my own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8802036463280680704?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8802036463280680704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/favorite-foto-friday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8802036463280680704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8802036463280680704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/favorite-foto-friday.html' title='Favorite &apos;Foto&apos; Friday'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SmnNpI51QnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ywR0zkErPbc/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7436239512614275966</id><published>2009-07-23T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:33:59.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part Time Lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stevie Wonder'/><title type='text'>Part Time Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51AoUh98xcL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51AoUh98xcL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day Stevie Wonder had a smash hit called '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part Time Lover&lt;/span&gt;'. It was hot. He was hot. I'll stop there. One line says: "We are undercover passion on the run...Chasing love up against the sun..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone has one these days....sneaking a little private time at work - hoping no one notices. Being so lost in being together that you can't even hear when someone calls your name. You try to go to sleep at night but it's so hard to let go....to say goodbye. You can't stop thinking about what you're missing....missing it so badly that your hands begin to twitch. Just one more touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, just this morning, told me she went to bed with hers with her husband lying right next to her. She's very addicted to her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt; and her husband acknowledges it and simply refers to this PTL as '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her mister&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. She doesn't care - he has his own PTL. Sometimes they make it a foursome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really people....put the iphone away and go bed. Who knows....you might discover some new 'undercover passion' with that cute guy lying next to you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7436239512614275966?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7436239512614275966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-time-lover.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7436239512614275966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7436239512614275966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-time-lover.html' title='Part Time Lover'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2725524673847113862</id><published>2009-07-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:49:53.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheetos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no bananas'/><title type='text'>NO Bananas Before Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy4iftwk5JM/RgMWp6ZZorI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YgWbYV1gs-o/s400/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy4iftwk5JM/RgMWp6ZZorI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YgWbYV1gs-o/s400/banana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bananas (not as much as you know what but...DUH). I'm eating one now. However, I can't eat a banana first thing in the morning. I'm not sure what goes on biologically in my stomach but if I don't have something else in my stomach before eating a banana I will immediately double over in E-X-T-R-E-M-E pain! Wow that took a lot of time and effort to spell that out like that but I'm trying to make sure you know that it HURTS if I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a while back, my hubby and I are sitting at the kitchen table talking one morning and without thinking, I took a bite of a banana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IMPORTANT INFO PERTINENT TO STORY&lt;/span&gt; - Hubby didn't know this little tidbit of odd behavior at the time of the 'incident'.******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I bend over writhing in pain. I can hardly speak because it hurts SO BAD. I see a bag of Cheetos (don't judge me!) on the cabinet. I point to the bag and all I can say is "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHEETOS....GIVE ME A CHEETO&lt;/span&gt;". Seriously. This happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs the bag and shoves it towards me with a look of sheer panic in his eyes! I scarf down a couple of Cheetos and the pain begins to subside. I sit up and he says, in a most confused tone, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what just happened?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now every time I'm in ANY type of pain he says "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Need a Cheeto&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" Yeah...he's such a funny man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2725524673847113862?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2725524673847113862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-bananas-before-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2725524673847113862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2725524673847113862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-bananas-before-breakfast.html' title='NO Bananas Before Breakfast'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy4iftwk5JM/RgMWp6ZZorI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YgWbYV1gs-o/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4139896110218984382</id><published>2009-07-21T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:35:36.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the circle of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifty'/><title type='text'>Put them in the recycle bin - for crying outloud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SmXgQvQvv0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/SpBpJslRMvc/s1600-h/salsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SmXgQvQvv0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/SpBpJslRMvc/s400/salsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360937509623676738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;born-again&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saver. And by that I mean....I inherited the 'thrifty' gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was.....uh-hem....'frugal'. And yet....somehow I managed to think I had an amazing childhood. Sure, he would embarrass me when we'd go shopping and he'd walk up to the checkout counter and say "how much will you take for this?". As I stood there in horror, poking him in the side saying "DAD...the price is on the tag", he'd turn to me and say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes, but that's not the price you have to pay....always ask." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager, I was mortified until I observed that many times the sales person would say "oh...we'll give you 10% off". Are you serious?? Then why didn't they just put up a sign that said "10% off"??? But I had some really cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also knew where all the best sales in town where. It's not that we were dirt poor - in fact, he was a genius when it came to investing leaving my mom in great financial shape when he passed away suddenly. He was just smart with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm all grown up I am pretty proud to say that I LOVE A BARGAIN and am queen of the good deals (ask my husband how much I have SAVED him over the years!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there really should be a place where I draw the line on being frugal. Right? I mean really, how many empty Salsa Containers do I need to keep to store leftovers? Today, I'm going against my genetic nature and tossing a few in the recycle bin. After all, I'm sure it will be melted down and someday I'll end up buying another container of Salsa made out of recycled plastic. I think this is truly....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the circle of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4139896110218984382?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4139896110218984382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/put-them-in-recycle-bin-for-crying.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4139896110218984382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4139896110218984382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/put-them-in-recycle-bin-for-crying.html' title='Put them in the recycle bin - for crying outloud!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SmXgQvQvv0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/SpBpJslRMvc/s72-c/salsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7793658900932735936</id><published>2009-07-20T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:08:58.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Delight French vanilla creamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;morning people&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>"C" ... Coffee + Creamer = Consciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brandweek.com/bw/photos/stylus/77874-InternationalDelight_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.brandweek.com/bw/photos/stylus/77874-InternationalDelight_new.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This morning we celebrate the letter "C"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a pretty nice person. I get along with almost everyone and just love life in general. But it takes a little time in the morning before "I" actually come to life and this generally 'nice person' wakes up. I am NOT what people refer to as a 'Morning Person'. I'm not mean - at least I don't think I am. The real problem is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't form complete sentences before I have my coffee&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes...I'm one of those, thanks to my grandmother who started letting me have '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;coffee milk&lt;/span&gt;' at her house when I was about three years old. It was about 2/3 cup of milk and 1/3 cup coffee and lots of sugar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My incredibly thoughtful (and wise) hubby gets the coffee ready before we even go to bed at night so all I have to do is push a button and coffee begins brewing. OR...if we know for sure what time we're getting up he will even set the timer and I awaken to the wonderful aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I know he does this because he loves (or maybe it's purely out of self-defense but I'm going to say it's the love thing,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my issue - I like International Delight French Vanilla creamer in my coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They recently redesigned the container I've used for years without my knowledge! Their reason? I quote..... "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Designers refer to their work as a new, more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;European&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sleek design"&lt;/span&gt;. I am not European - at least not first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if the people who make this wonderful product know it is for people who will be putting it in their coffee AND that a lot of their customer base consists of people who are NOT '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;morning people&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' WHY OH WHY OH WHY would they change their container design WITHOUT attaching some kind of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WARNING LABEL&lt;/span&gt;? A simple statement that says "Hey friends...before you pour that first cup in the morning please take notice that we have redesigned this bottle and you will now have to open it in the complete OPPOSITE direction than you have been doing for years." I am a nice person....I am a nice person....I must remember....I am a nice person....please put the knife down....I am really a nice person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7793658900932735936?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7793658900932735936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/c-coffee-creamer-consciousness.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7793658900932735936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7793658900932735936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/c-coffee-creamer-consciousness.html' title='&quot;C&quot; ... Coffee + Creamer = Consciousness'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7613778585728569325</id><published>2009-07-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:00:15.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for my Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flip Cam'/><title type='text'>My video introduction to Why I Love Brownies</title><content type='html'>Ok - someone has a FlipCam....Look out!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f12a6189aad462d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f12a6189aad462d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331094566%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58C2B57A13B4C7CDD5CB03767DCD4D18B0FD10C3.5CE37208A1A2D7623E1083E9AF30853043FBEDD5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f12a6189aad462d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT6_t4631kPVUOunwnfs65U6dLOQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f12a6189aad462d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331094566%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58C2B57A13B4C7CDD5CB03767DCD4D18B0FD10C3.5CE37208A1A2D7623E1083E9AF30853043FBEDD5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f12a6189aad462d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT6_t4631kPVUOunwnfs65U6dLOQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7613778585728569325?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f12a6189aad462d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7613778585728569325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-video-introduction-to-why-i-love.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7613778585728569325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7613778585728569325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-video-introduction-to-why-i-love.html' title='My video introduction to Why I Love Brownies'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5272775909411702703</id><published>2009-07-16T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:43:28.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geico Gecko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somebody&apos;s watching me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyeballs'/><title type='text'>Somebody's watching me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trogblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/geico_eyeball_money2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 198px;" src="http://trogblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/geico_eyeball_money2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Geico would like my opinion? NO? Too bad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE GECKO....and those 'eyes' just annoy me. There, I said it. Now...MORE GECKO!! It's the accent - and when he offers biscuits and jam, I imagine the two of us sitting in a french bistro laughing like old friends.....is it odd that I find him a wee bit sexy? Yeah...it is. Forget I said that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the point - that's just an editorial comment. My point is.....I DO love Facebook. I've been reacquainted with people I haven't seen in years - I mean yeeeeeaaars - and now, we are 'FRIENDS'. Thank you, Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I post a status update or throw up a couple of pictures and BAM....my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;new&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; old friends (and distant relatives that I could not identify if they walked up to me in the mall) are commenting like the gap between all those years never existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!! What is Facebook protocol? Should I acknowledge those random comments? And why do I suddenly feel like ...somebody's watching me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-5272775909411702703?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5272775909411702703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebodys-watching-me.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5272775909411702703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5272775909411702703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebodys-watching-me.html' title='Somebody&apos;s watching me...'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5211666137319155885</id><published>2009-07-15T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:02:52.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkey grass'/><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/gxOYRaIYHoihrpheP54bmSjeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 500px;" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/gxOYRaIYHoihrpheP54bmSjeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called "monkey grass"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I work so hard to cultivate a beautiful green lawn only to be at the mercy of the drought or weeds that apparently think "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;weed and feed&lt;/span&gt;" means "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;feed the weeds&lt;/span&gt;"! I baby it...mow it with the blade on the proper setting....feed it those little power pellets that cost more than my anniversary dinner - and for what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But monkey grass??? Pay it no attention and it thrives. And now, because I've left it to itself for a couple of months - it has gone wild and taken over my patio....like a bunch of wild monkeys! Only not as cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I'm off to give my little monkeys a hair cut!! I guess it's just the week for hair cuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-5211666137319155885?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5211666137319155885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/monkey-business.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5211666137319155885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5211666137319155885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8929824991838855639</id><published>2009-07-14T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:11:46.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Underwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>I Long for Long Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://startelegram.typepad.com/honkin_mad/images/2007/06/04/big_hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 372px;" src="http://startelegram.typepad.com/honkin_mad/images/2007/06/04/big_hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does anyone else go through the same torture ritual of trying to grow your hair out into some L-O-N-G fab flowing frock only to realize half way into the process that you are just not meant to have it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Texas and yes....I have big hair! In Texas, it's really awesome. Shoot, girls are chosen for cheerleader based on how big their hair is (or on how big something is....I forget exactly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Jessica Simpson and even though I own, and actually wear, cowboy boots - no one has ever confused me for her....nor Carrie Underwood nor any other big haired bleach-blond. I'm not implying that Jessica or Carrie aren't natural blonds...or Marilyn Monroe or that Pink's hair wasn't actually Pink...I'm just sayin'......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am, once again, throwing in the towel and getting my hair cut today. I suppose there could be worse fates in life than not being able to have '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hollywood Hair&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'...like maybe I actually DID have the FAB hair and thought I could act in a movie.....I'm just sayin'.... JK (Love ya Jess!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8929824991838855639?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8929824991838855639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-long-for-long-hair.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8929824991838855639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8929824991838855639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-long-for-long-hair.html' title='I Long for Long Hair'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4778709244747053891</id><published>2009-07-13T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:36:51.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booyah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fox Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legally Blond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>The Letter "B"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/AeGa2*O*bk1lzZ72LLDwZIVmcBcp3onyXnalOHZVuEo_/L10735792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/AeGa2*O*bk1lzZ72LLDwZIVmcBcp3onyXnalOHZVuEo_/L10735792.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's feature..... The Letter &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"B"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...as in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blond&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Legally Blond that is!! I myself &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; blond, legally but not naturally but please do NOT tell anyone. It would come as a complete shock to those who know and trust me. Maybe not...definitely not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be attending the musical "Legally Blond" this coming Saturday evening at the beautiful Fox Theatre (see how I spelled 'theatre' so as to impress you with my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;artsiness&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? You are impressed, right?). We'll be in downtown Atlanta for a night of music and mayhem (and yes...someone else will be driving me there - read &lt;a href="http://www.shejustgotmarried.com/modules/blog/post.php?entryid=369"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for explanation...yes, I blog on this site too!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going because this was a Birthday present from my awesome family! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"B"&lt;/span&gt; is also for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Birthday&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and certainly most obvious - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"B"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brownies&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Always remember...."Life is uncertain...Eat Dessert First!" So if you're putting off that 'what if' idea or action - DON'T! Take that leap of faith, trust yourself and your instinct and DO IT now! And to that I say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booyah.com/"&gt;BOOYAH&lt;/a&gt; Baby&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4778709244747053891?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4778709244747053891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter-b.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4778709244747053891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4778709244747053891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter-b.html' title='The Letter &quot;B&quot;'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5270494982630625631</id><published>2009-07-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:18:14.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely Blog Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Christmas Story'/><title type='text'>And the winner is......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0CaE5oEzBo/R08AgUmGRXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8JQqwp_1pCk/s400/major-award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0CaE5oEzBo/R08AgUmGRXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8JQqwp_1pCk/s400/major-award.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen "A Christmas Story" then you know how exciting it is to receive an award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially accepting my first BLOG AWARD!! I briefly mentioned receiving it last week....and then my computer went haywire and I was out of town. Oh - one quickly learns how addicted to the internet she can be when there IS NO ACCESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...I humbly (Oh...that is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SUCH A LIE&lt;/span&gt;) - I PROUDLY accept this Lovely Blog Award. I'd like to just keep it for myself, put it on the dashboard of my car and drive around honking and shouting "LOOK AT ME....I WON AN AWARD" - but I'll follow the rules....THIS TIME - but don't push your luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://mrandmrseyecansee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs.EyeCanSee - who has one of the CUTEST Blog Titles - "The Juice is Worth the Squeeze"!&lt;/a&gt; - what a sweetie! I am passing this on to Five of my Favs are here are DA RULES (follow 'em or there will be consequences! No there won't....yes, there will!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his/her link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Pass the award to 5 other bloggers that you have newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm passing this award along to:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.birthdaygirlblog.com/"&gt;Birthday Girl&lt;/a&gt; (because if you don't know by now...I LOVE BIRTHDAYS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://funtimesofmarriedlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;~K~&lt;/a&gt; (because she makes me LaUgH every day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://thewearypublicist.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Weary Publicist&lt;/a&gt; (because she's little but STRONG and tells it like it is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://martyandcassirash.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassi of "High Heels and Hunting Boots&lt;/a&gt;" (because she keeps me connected to my Texas Heritage while struttin' her stilettos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://chadandjenndueker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer of "Embrace the Everyday"&lt;/a&gt; (because this day...right now... is all we have - and it is certainly to be embraced!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the Love my friends...Good Karma to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-5270494982630625631?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5270494982630625631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5270494982630625631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5270494982630625631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is......'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d0CaE5oEzBo/R08AgUmGRXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8JQqwp_1pCk/s72-c/major-award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-6467487960778737184</id><published>2009-07-09T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:40:40.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buckhead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude ranch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying W Ranch'/><title type='text'>Rocky Mountain "Hi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mlrsinc.com/images/coloradosprings/flyingW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 205px;" src="http://www.mlrsinc.com/images/coloradosprings/flyingW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world! My hubby and I are still in Colorado and OH...MY...GOODNESS....it is a perfect crisp, clear morning with a view of Pikes Peak right out the kitchen window of my Brother-in-law and Sister-in-Crime's house. Wish you were here. OR...as my dad used to say "&lt;em&gt;The weather's here....wish you were beautiful&lt;/em&gt;." LOL (yeah....read that again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is TOMORROW (hint hint) and we are celebrating..... (again - I actually had a surprise party at home last week with my family in Atlanta because they are awesome and know how much I love birthday parties).... by going to a place called The Flying W Ranch. YEE HAW!! It's a working Dude Ranch (uhhhh...dudes, cool...that was my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beavis &amp; Butthead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; voice) with live entertainment and chuck wagon supper!! This is a far cry from the Buckhead dining experience of downtown Atlanta but I have a feeling my Texas roots will feel right at home. I can't wait! Pictures to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I got a LOVELY BLOG AWARD - my first EVER by the wonderful &lt;a href="http://mrandmrseyecansee.blogspot.com/"&gt;MrsEyeCanSee&lt;/a&gt; and as soon as I get a chance to slow down and get back to normal life I'm going to pass on this wonderful gift!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day Before my Birthday Y'all!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-6467487960778737184?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6467487960778737184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/rocky-mountain-hi.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6467487960778737184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6467487960778737184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/rocky-mountain-hi.html' title='Rocky Mountain &quot;Hi&quot;'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5959214040555319353</id><published>2009-07-07T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:14:41.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convertible - Sunscreen = OUCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.automedia.com/2009-New-Car-Buyers-Guide/photos/2009/Mercedes-Benz/SL-Class/Convertible/Exterior/1_Front_Right_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 433px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.automedia.com/2009-New-Car-Buyers-Guide/photos/2009/Mercedes-Benz/SL-Class/Convertible/Exterior/1_Front_Right_Black.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I spent the day riding around in. I know....poor baby. This is my brother in law's car but he let me and my SIC (I affectionately refer to her as my sister-in-crime) drive it today. We left Colorado Springs in the morning and headed for Breckenridge for lunch and shopping. Eight Hours in a convertible - top down (DUH!) and the most amazing sunshiny day you can imagine! We had a BLAST!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if I wanted some sunscreen before we set out on our adventure but I said "No thanks....I want a tan". Bad decision. And when we got home from our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tour de France&lt;/span&gt; (ok....not really France but it's more fun to say than 'drive thru the mountains') I was EXTREMELY thirsty!! Parched you might say. Guess what? Chardonnay doesn't exactly quench your thirst but it sure does make the BURN hurt a lot less! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what - they have a CHOCOLATE SHOPPE in the middle of town. Mmmmmm....FUDGE!! Yeah....a little piece of heaven just for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-5959214040555319353?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5959214040555319353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/convertible-sunscreen-ouch.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5959214040555319353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5959214040555319353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/convertible-sunscreen-ouch.html' title='Convertible - Sunscreen = OUCH'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7152873107846062398</id><published>2009-07-07T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:55:21.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saucony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emergency First Aid Kit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Baby Gots New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://running.zappos.com/images/749/7493976/8521-803894-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://running.zappos.com/images/749/7493976/8521-803894-d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got me some HOT PINK and SILVER sassy Saucony running shoes. WoooooHoooo!! They look Mah-ve-lous!! And if I'm going to be forced to be healthy at certain times in my life...I should at least look good, yeah? Agree?? YES, you do. Don't lie and pretend that you are purely into fitness for fitness sake. We want to look good if we're walking to the end of our driveway to get the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I decided to hike some trails that I'd never hiked before. Let me correct myself - my hubby and I set out to hike. Ok...I respect, admire, esteem.....etc. etc....my man more than any man on the planet. He is A-W-E-S-O-M-E. But - if lost, he upholds the standard of all men everywhere and will NOT ask for directions. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started out to be a nice morning one hour (TOPS) hike turned into a 7 mile hike. The new shoes did NOT come with GPS!! I had not eaten before we left the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weak, starving...losing sight....dizziness setting in.....As soon as we walked through the door - the Brownies beckoned and I heeded the call. Emergency stash saved my life!! And let this be a lesson to you all....Keep a First Aid Kit handy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7152873107846062398?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7152873107846062398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-gots-new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7152873107846062398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7152873107846062398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-gots-new-shoes.html' title='Baby Gots New Shoes'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8259732990609518277</id><published>2009-07-05T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:03:50.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesame Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alter-ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Peach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Brought to you by the letter "A"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dexterityconsulting.ca/files/u2/cookie-monster_with_text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.dexterityconsulting.ca/files/u2/cookie-monster_with_text.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with Sesame Street and I guess I could attribute (BLAME) part of my love for the brownie on Cookie Monster. I mean, come on....I was a kid and my little pea brain was just mush. Ok...not much has changed apparently!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I'm going to use this opportunity to enrich and enlighten my incredibly vast audience. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is brought to you by the letter "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" is for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alter-ego&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone has one...yes you do, stop lying. And if you really don't, you should get one. They're AWESOME - which also starts with "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of being told “you can’t act like that in public” or “don’t say that out loud!” So… I bought a wig and a black lace strapless dress, some rhinestone studded sunglasses, a feather boa and, for the pièce de résistance, a black Stetson Cowboy hat and brought to life a sassy Southern Belle I affectionately call “Miss Peach” because, after all, I’m from Georgia by way of Texas and it just doesn’t get much more Southern than that.  And guess what? Miss Peach could get away with almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to refer to her as my sister and blamed her for anything that wasn't "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I took my sister on a weekend getaway with hubby only I didn’t tell him she would be coming along. When we were getting ready to “retire” for the evening he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came out of the bathroom, I was gone and my sister was standing there in all her glory. Now, before we travel he asks “is your sister coming along?”  If I say “not this time” it’s hard for me to tell if the look on his face is one of relief or regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" is for Alter-ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday - the letter "B". &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt; ready!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8259732990609518277?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8259732990609518277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/brought-to-you-by-letter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8259732990609518277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8259732990609518277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/brought-to-you-by-letter.html' title='Brought to you by the letter &quot;A&quot;'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2291800735145079521</id><published>2009-07-02T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:09:55.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sneezing'/><title type='text'>'Splain this to me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2008/12/19/sneeze.article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 320px;" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2008/12/19/sneeze.article.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you have to sneeze...but it won't come and you begin make noises that sound like you are ....well - on the verge of something other than a SNEEZE, that's for sure!!"huh uh....oh..hhhhhh" - and right before "YES....OH BABY"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait....I lost my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes....WHY - when we can't sneeze - do we look at the sun?? Yeah...that's what I was talking about. Sneezing. Just curious. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2291800735145079521?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2291800735145079521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/splain-this-to-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2291800735145079521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2291800735145079521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/splain-this-to-me.html' title='&apos;Splain this to me.....'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-3515026071422925465</id><published>2009-07-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:36:07.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bumper stickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Engvall'/><title type='text'>Sticky Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pictures.topspeed.com/IMG/crop/200705/how-to-remove-a-car-_460x0w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 459px; height: 373px;" src="http://pictures.topspeed.com/IMG/crop/200705/how-to-remove-a-car-_460x0w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens when you get all excited about a 'cause' or a candidate or your kid and you decide to DO YOUR PART by telling the world via a....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bumpers sticker&lt;/span&gt;. Really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you read a bumper sticker and thought to yourself....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I've been waffling back on forth on who to vote for but NOW...because of YOU - Mr. Guy with all the cool informative bumper stickers - I finally know which way to go."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Besides, it was so witty it must certainly be right! Thank you! Oh...and thank you for reminding me I'm a failure as a parent....my kid's just really a great kid but he never made the honor roll.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me laugh is when your cause is no longer front page news, your kid isn't on the honor roll any more, your team is, in fact, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT #1&lt;/span&gt;, and your awesome candidate lost the election - you continue to make your stand and let the free-wheeling world know, as they inch up on your bumper. So here's to you, Mr. Man of Integrity, for not buckling under the pressure of shame and humiliation. You keep telling 'em buddy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/engvall-bill/heres-your-sign-get-the-picture-5978.html"&gt;Bill Engvall&lt;/a&gt; was right - "Here's your Sign"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-3515026071422925465?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3515026071422925465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/sticky-situation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3515026071422925465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3515026071422925465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/sticky-situation.html' title='Sticky Situation'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5257259274846081802</id><published>2009-06-30T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:56:17.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debbie harry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard gere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook quiz'/><title type='text'>Quizzes are making me queezy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aishamusic.com/images/blondie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 8px 8px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.aishamusic.com/images/blondie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the allure of all the Facebook quizzes? SO...If your husband was a car, what kind would he be? Really - what does that even mean? And what girl isn't going to say "ohhhh baby..my man is an Italian sports car" - all revved up...and...well - you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or - what 1970's grunge punk blonde haired female lead singer rock star who had a hit song that was featured in a Richard Gere movie about a male prostitute are you most like? REALLY? Debbie Harry? OMG...what are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a hot dog which condiments would you pile on top of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - so they're pointless but admit it...you've played the game too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - if you were a Facebook QUIZ what question would you ask??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-5257259274846081802?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5257259274846081802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/quizzes-are-making-me-queezy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5257259274846081802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/5257259274846081802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/quizzes-are-making-me-queezy.html' title='Quizzes are making me queezy!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8232811942730355581</id><published>2009-06-29T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:55:27.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john mayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers and daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownies. south padre island'/><title type='text'>Sun Spots and Sweet Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beaches.uptake.com/blog/files/2009/02/north_jetty_casey_key1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://beaches.uptake.com/blog/files/2009/02/north_jetty_casey_key1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky – I know that for sure. My mom is my best friend. I know women who have no relationship with their moms and I can’t even imagine that. I’m not going to even try to start listing all the reasons why we have such a unique relationship but when I hear the phrase “unconditional love” I see my mom. But that’s a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just wanted to share a thought I had about something she said recently.  We were enjoying a girls day out which always includes shopping. I picked up a shirt that I thought would she would look great in and said “here…you need to get this”. She said “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no…I can’t wear sleeveless tops any more...I have all these sun spots&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”. I told her that was silly and to go try it on. She did and it looked great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t get that out of my head. Sun spots. She wanted to hide her sun spots.  When I lay in bed that night I began to think of all the times we played in the south Texas sun, swinging on the park swings together, making sandcastles at South Padre Island beach, splashing in the ocean. Or the days she’d pack a picnic lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, bar-b-cue potato chips and homemade brownies to eat together sitting on a blanket in our own back yard….or the lazy days of floating down the Rio Frio in our inner tubes. I loved the times I’d come home from school and she‘d say “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;come on….if we hurry outside we can work on our tan for an hour&lt;/span&gt;” and together we’d sit in our lawn chairs and soak up the last rays of sunshine drinking a cold glass of ½ sweet tea and ½ lemonade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve earned our sunspots and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer said it well….’mothers be good to your daughters….girls become lovers who turn into mothers”.  I hope when my daughter sees sun spots on my arms…she smiles and remembers……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8232811942730355581?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8232811942730355581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/sun-spots-and-sweet-tea.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8232811942730355581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8232811942730355581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/sun-spots-and-sweet-tea.html' title='Sun Spots and Sweet Tea'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1132444390076926779</id><published>2009-06-28T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:38:45.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='billy mays'/><title type='text'>Yes...I deleted my last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72DRlj1P5Fc/SKi7BVPjCrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QbyXeKdrDgc/s320/Sad_Face_by_hornsholdmyhalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72DRlj1P5Fc/SKi7BVPjCrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QbyXeKdrDgc/s320/Sad_Face_by_hornsholdmyhalo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe the timing of my blog that I posted this past Friday. It was an attempt at conveying, through humor, how dysfunctional I am before my coffee has kicked in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are thinking "HEY...wasn't there a picture of Billy Mays up just a couple of days ago?" - the answer is yes - but somehow it didn't seem right to leave it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1132444390076926779?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1132444390076926779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesi-deleted-my-last-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1132444390076926779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1132444390076926779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesi-deleted-my-last-post.html' title='Yes...I deleted my last post'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72DRlj1P5Fc/SKi7BVPjCrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QbyXeKdrDgc/s72-c/Sad_Face_by_hornsholdmyhalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4194526417892520235</id><published>2009-06-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:06:06.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>My New BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freshenmeup.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/best-friends-forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.freshenmeup.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/best-friends-forever.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone from 'unfriended' on FB (I use abbreviations because I'm cool like that)to a new BFF (still cool). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While commenting on my friend's (girl #1)status update on FB I noticed another girl had also commented. I didn't know girl #2 but I liked what she was saying. So I posted yet another comment to the original post but it was directed at the mystery girl...girl #2. She, in turn, commented on the same post but it was clearly intended for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my FB friend (aka girl #1) decides to jump in the conversation and says "You two should be friends"!! Request sent and FRIENDSHIP ACCEPTED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Karma of the Facebook Universe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4194526417892520235?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4194526417892520235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-bff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4194526417892520235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4194526417892520235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-bff.html' title='My New BFF'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4219215304191178316</id><published>2009-06-22T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:35:17.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Jerry&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Killer Combo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.wedelivervideos.com/rental/images/69923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 250px;" src="https://www.wedelivervideos.com/rental/images/69923.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you may find this hard to believe but I actually consider myself a HEALTHY eater and in pretty good shape (for the shape I'm in)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exercise regularly and love anything outdoorsy. I love to hike, play tennis, shop (yes...it's a sport - sometimes a full contact sport) and sunbathe (whatever...I sweat so it must be a sport).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a wonderful dinner for friends this weekend. They were my test-subjects (aka guinea pigs) as I tried two new recipes. Broiled talapia with peach-mango-avocado salsa (YUM) and an Island Shrimp Salad. They were duly impressed I must say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say that when it comes to the '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Finer Things of Life&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' ....there is nothing finer than your good ol' double-fudge chunk brownie topped with Ben &amp; Jerry's Vanilla Health Bar Crunch. Oh yes..... double chunk, double dipped and DOUBLE DELICIOUS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4219215304191178316?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4219215304191178316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/killer-combo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4219215304191178316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4219215304191178316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/killer-combo.html' title='Killer Combo'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-6194081830585176134</id><published>2009-06-21T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:14:16.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day without my Dad</title><content type='html'>Today is father's day....another year where I remember at some point during the day...."oh yeah...today is father's day". My dad died much too young from a brain tumor. I'm not sure when the 'right time' would be for a parent to die but this was certainly not it as far as I was concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Father's Day isn't a day any different from any other, really. It's not the holidays that stir the memories or the missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's smell of summer time when it's so hot asphalt almost melts and I remember family vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the crazy joke that someone tells that makes me think of all the times he would call me in the middle of the day just to share one that he had heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's looking out my kitchen window at the beautiful landscaping we did a few years after he was gone...remembering all the times he said "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this back yard has so much potential'.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each of those memories let's me know he's right here with me....enjoying the heat of the summer, admiring the big magnolias we planted and laughing every time I attempt to tell one of those crazy jokes...just like he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-6194081830585176134?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6194081830585176134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-without-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6194081830585176134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6194081830585176134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-without-my-dad.html' title='Father&apos;s Day without my Dad'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8178944574843802336</id><published>2009-06-18T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:22:13.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyrano de Bergerac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxanne'/><title type='text'>I'm afraid of WORMS Roxanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thehdroom.com/images/news/4314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.thehdroom.com/images/news/4314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who remembers the movie "Roxanne" starring the amazing Steve Martin? NO??? Go tonight and rent it. It's a genuine HOOT and a classic romance at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the play "Cyrano de Bergerac", large nosed C.D. Bales (Steve Martin) falls for the beautiful Roxanne while she falls for his personality but another man's looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? Go.....RENT THE MOVIE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is....there was a scene where Steve (C.D.) was standing outside of Roxanne's window shouting love lines that another guy was relaying to him through a hidden earpiece. Shy CD was supposed to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm afraid of WORDS Roxanne"&lt;/span&gt; but he misunderstood what the guy was saying and said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm afraid of WORMS Roxanne&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". YES....it was very funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...fess up. What words have you totally gotten wrong - like my mom did with the old country song "Leaving on Tulsa Time". Her version? "Living on Toast and Tang"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8178944574843802336?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8178944574843802336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-afraid-of-worms-roxanne.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8178944574843802336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8178944574843802336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-afraid-of-worms-roxanne.html' title='I&apos;m afraid of WORMS Roxanne'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8594409285537808637</id><published>2009-06-17T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:30:58.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web-ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Squawking Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.johnholmstrom.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/TalkingHensWEB.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.johnholmstrom.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/TalkingHensWEB.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....this happened to me FIVE minutes ago. But no chickens were harmed in the making of this chaotic scene.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Flash!! We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you this important announcement......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available NOW....Internet Webinars!! That's right...thanks to the wonders of modern technology people can collaborate via the internet with awesome cool interactive tools such as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Web-ex&lt;/span&gt;. That is, of course, unless you have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NO IDEA&lt;/span&gt; how Web-ex functions and 25 people call a conference bridge number and start YAKKING and SQUAWKING like a bunch of hens who just saw a wolf in the hen house! Suddenly everyone (at the same time) starts asking random questions and causing the moderator to panic and push his HOLD BUTTON at which point everyone hears nothing but his company 'on hold' commercial!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...someone please bring me a brownie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8594409285537808637?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8594409285537808637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/squawking-heads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8594409285537808637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8594409285537808637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/squawking-heads.html' title='Squawking Heads'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2282140006109797336</id><published>2009-06-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:30:32.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoe Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Stiletto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flip flops'/><title type='text'>I'll never be THAT Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/41/6/AAAAArI63JcAAAAAAEFouw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 300px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/41/6/AAAAArI63JcAAAAAAEFouw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as I might....I'm just not her. Sad. Maybe not. Don't get me wrong, I admire that girl. Her couture dress, the designer handbag and ahhhhh...those shoes. She walks like she's gliding on air...kind of the way people look who are on the moving sidewalks in the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are groups of women who meet solely (pun...yes) based on their love of &lt;a href="http://www.shoeclub.us/"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;. Their club is called "Hello Stiletto". How clever is that? I've seen pictures of the fashion shows they host where they roll out the pink carpet and each girl strolls the catwalk donning her latest flirty foot-find. I know some of these women. They are fun-loving girls who simply found an excuse to buy shoes and party. Genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I may not fit in that crowd with my blue jeans and pink-polished toenail bare feet, I'm ok with that. But if a fancy flip flop meets the criteria I think I just might have to go to one of their shin-digs (oh wow...good pun!) and see if I can get one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;step&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; closer to becoming THAT girl. Anything is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2282140006109797336?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2282140006109797336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-never-be-that-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2282140006109797336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2282140006109797336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-never-be-that-girl.html' title='I&apos;ll never be THAT Girl!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8502689130399630914</id><published>2009-06-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:04:15.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 4th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie'/><title type='text'>We're gonna party like...it's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SjZUjaHZiKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uUphphkHIog/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SjZUjaHZiKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uUphphkHIog/s400/bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347554574831552674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand certain people. You know the kind...."Oh, my birthday is no big deal. And please...NO PRESENTS. I just love being with my friends and family." BLAH BLAH BLAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are that person.....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;STOP IT&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! It makes the rest of us look bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 25 days. July 10th to be exact. You have been forewarned! I LOVE LOVE LOVE my birthday. Could it be that my mom made me 'queen for a day' when I was a little girl? That she made me a Barbie cake....and I'm not talking about a flat cake that had little plastic mini Barbies on top or those disgusting peel-off sugar decorations...no, I'm talking about a 3-D cake that looked like princess Barbie was sitting in her regal gown right on my birthday table! And each year it was equally as spectacular. Birthdays are the bestest thing in the world...EVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal. My hubby and I are planning a trip out west to visit family for the July 4th weekend. Of course you don't take a 3 hour plane ride and just stay for the weekend so we'll be there the entire week. Suddenly, while we were lying in bed, lights out, good night "kisses" given (keeping it PG, ya know), it occurred to him that we would be there on my birthday! Bless his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was one of those "big birthday years" for me so he went all out with the cooperation....aka lying and scheming, of other family members and threw me a true &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;surprise party&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's hard to surprise someone who expects everyone to remember their birthday but they pulled it off....big time. And it was fun and fabulous!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure is on and he knows it. I'd like to be that person that I mentioned in the beginning and just let him off the hook....but I'm not, so I can't. I've got integrity you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8502689130399630914?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8502689130399630914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-gonna-party-likeits-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8502689130399630914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8502689130399630914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-gonna-party-likeits-my-birthday.html' title='We&apos;re gonna party like...it&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZTA_oYmeGQ/SjZUjaHZiKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uUphphkHIog/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-9065634261580699303</id><published>2009-06-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:12:55.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>A Girl's Best Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thefunnyworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bad_hair_day_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.thefunnyworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bad_hair_day_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we say "Spanx...a girl's best friend"? Or..my favorite, of course, "Brownies...a girl's best friend." Hey...I can say that if I want to. And since I was officially 'unfriended' on YOU KNOW WHERE I'm one less friend so I'm due one. (I'm kind of boycotting the name because YOU KNOW WHO made an application where you can unfriend your friend. So there.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can say with 100% certainty that 75% humidity is NOT my friend with or without YOU KNOW WHO'S confirmation or lack thereof. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-9065634261580699303?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/9065634261580699303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/9065634261580699303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/9065634261580699303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-best-friend.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Best Friend.'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1195072773937992942</id><published>2009-06-09T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:43:19.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Mom, for making me crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51A41JXPQTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51A41JXPQTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get packed for a trip - one that I've known about for almost a year. But have I spent the last week getting ready so I wouldn't be in panic mode the day before I leave? Of course....not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work best under pressure (aka...I procrastinate). So what. I'm the queen of spontaneity. I can whip up a FABU dinner party in the wink of an eye - not as cool as Betwitched did it but still....fast and fab. Crunch time is my middle name...names..whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing now? Well....I just finished baking two pans of cookies..yes, homemade. Hello Dollies to be exact (can we just give a shout out to the creator of sweetened condensed milk!!). I shampooed the carpet - oh yes I did. I've washed and changed the sheets. I will dust (shouldn't that be 'undust').I am about to bathe my dogs so they'll be happy while I'm gone. I have actual 'work' work that must be finished before we pull out of the driveway at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow and I still have to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I go through this self inflicted torture routine? BECAUSE MY MOM DID! Because if something should happen while we are away we wouldn't want to be embarrassed if people had to come into our house. Like - IF WE DIED before we got home we wouldn't want to go into eternity humiliated because our house was NOT IN ORDER!! It drove me nuts at the time and now...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am my crazy mom&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....and I wouldn't have her any other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1195072773937992942?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1195072773937992942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-mom-for-making-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1195072773937992942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1195072773937992942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-mom-for-making-me-crazy.html' title='Thank you, Mom, for making me crazy!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-4366341819641486213</id><published>2009-06-07T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:49:29.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man with Remote control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Give me the REMOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/crazy_girl_in_a_graveyard_poster-p228899752988789691tdcp_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 282px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/crazy_girl_in_a_graveyard_poster-p228899752988789691tdcp_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I mentioned my hubby? I love him. He's the bestest EVER! He doesn't Twitter or have a Facebook profile (I may have to put him in the circus as the last man on earth to not be on Facebook). But since he isn't a virtual friend...we're just plain ol' best friends. I just love him. I'm repeating myself, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would it be so bad if I had to ask this one tiny, itty, bitty favor of him? GIVE ME THE DARN REMOTE OR NO MORE BROWNIES FOR YOU...and that's just the first item on the 'no more for you' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My GOODNESS. Don't leave a girl hangin'! The suspense is killing me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just girl curiosity but when he breezes by a channel and actually stops for more than three seconds, I become emotionally invested. I WANT TO KNOW! Can anyone relate to this scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The mystery has been solved that has eluded scientists for centuries thanks to the discovery of.....&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollywood was shocked today to learn that&lt;/span&gt;............" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We interrupt this program to bring you a special announcement.........&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously....just hand it over and no one will get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-4366341819641486213?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/4366341819641486213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-remote.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4366341819641486213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/4366341819641486213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-remote.html' title='Give me the REMOTE!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-8467518516349919237</id><published>2009-06-05T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:53:58.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margarita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side effects of tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>If I can't have a Brownie then make it a Margarita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Nancy-Overton/Margarita-Print-C10141644.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 402px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Nancy-Overton/Margarita-Print-C10141644.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've read this before you'll agree that it bears repeating. Pardon me while I plagiarize (that sounds like a great book title....and if you use it then I may have to sue you for plagiarism!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have feelings of inadequacy?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you suffer from shyness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tequila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila is the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. Tequila can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything. You will notice the benefits of Tequila almost immediately, and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live. Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past, and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. Stop hiding and start living, with Tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Tequila. However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION - Side effects may include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration, erotic lustfulness, loss of motor control, loss of clothing, loss of money, loss of virginity, delusions of grandeur, table dancing, headache, dehydration dry mouth and a desire to sing Karaoke and play all-night rounds of Strip Poker, Truth Or Dare and Naked Twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now pass the proverbial grain of salt and let's get this party started!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-8467518516349919237?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8467518516349919237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-cant-have-brownie-then-make-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8467518516349919237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/8467518516349919237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-cant-have-brownie-then-make-it.html' title='If I can&apos;t have a Brownie then make it a Margarita'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-6871422713541802701</id><published>2009-06-04T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:24:14.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Hubby goes Healthy! Gag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.getridofthings.com/dontassume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.getridofthings.com/dontassume.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am all for healthy living but now my guy has decided he wants his Ph level balanced (sadly he's not referring to the pool). He's been reading.....again. And now I have to be inconvenienced because he has learned that high acidity levels lead to all types of illnesses. What does this mean for me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking and hiding. I hate to resort to this type of deception but I figure it's for his own good. Apparently some of the ingredients in brownies don't fit into this new lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! And right now....I have to figure out a way to get the smell of fresh baked chocolate heaven out of the kitchen before he gets home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-6871422713541802701?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6871422713541802701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-all-for-healthy-living-but-now-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6871422713541802701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6871422713541802701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-all-for-healthy-living-but-now-my.html' title='Hubby goes Healthy! Gag!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-746396356170413180</id><published>2009-06-03T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:52:22.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>UNFRIENDED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1035298/2/istockphoto_1035298-screaming-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1035298/2/istockphoto_1035298-screaming-girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a cruel world out there. And it can't get that way much quicker these days. One minute you have a 'friend" and then with a simple click of a keyboard button....BAM...."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNFRIENDED&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the good ol' days we had girl cliques and people knew who your friends were. The lines were clearly drawn. And...if one of the 'cliquees' got her panties in a wad, there was protocol and a definite chain of events that went into redefining those lines. Most often it was over an all important issue like....well, a conversation such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #1&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey.....you know how we're the coolest clique at school and how it's so great that we're all best friends and we can tell each other anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #2&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah....I love everyone! We're the bestest friends EVER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #1&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, you know how funny "Jessica" is (names have been changed to protect the ignorant...I mean, innocent)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #2&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah....she's so funny. She makes me laugh. I love it when she laughs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Well....now I could be totally wrong but......I'm pretty saw her looking at your boyfriend. I'm not saying he looked back and....well, I don't know...I'm sure it was nothing. I'm just saying ....well, you know you're my best friend and if someone was looking at my boyfriend then I'd want you to tell me. You'd tell me, right? &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #2&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was she wearing? She always wears 'those kind' of clothes. Was she twirling her hair when she was looking at him? She always twirls her hair! Did she do that stupid giggle? OH...I hate that giggle. I'm never speaking to her again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah...I think she was twirling her hair. YEAH.....she was giggling...she always giggles. She thinks she's so funny! Who does she think she is? I hate her stupid clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clilquee #2&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We should write notes in class and then pass then to all our REAL friends and then we'll ignore Jessica at lunch. And then everyone will ask us why we're not talking and pretty soon the whole school will be talking about us all and we'll be MORE popular than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;JESSICA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Hey y'all!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #1 and #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Hey Jessica. Love your shoes!!! OMG...your hair is so FABULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: I love Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #1&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah....she's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cliquee #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Hey.....isn't that your boyfriend with Jessica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Protocol my 'friends'.....what happened to go old fashioned gossip and classic unfriending?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh look.....I have a new Facebook friend! She lives in Idaho?? I don't know anyone in Idaho. Oh well - MORE FRIENDS, MORE FRIENDS, MORE FRIENDS!! We're the bestest EVER!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to poke her and then toss a virtual Brownie at her. I love friends. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-746396356170413180?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/746396356170413180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/unfriended.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/746396356170413180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/746396356170413180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/unfriended.html' title='UNFRIENDED!!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-6653806124573325906</id><published>2009-05-31T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:01:10.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cut off your nose to spite your face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Cut off your Nose to Spite your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.katharinemulherin.com/dynamic/images/display/Erin__Zimerman_Big_Nose_Roy_409_79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.katharinemulherin.com/dynamic/images/display/Erin__Zimerman_Big_Nose_Roy_409_79.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has got to be one of the most 'interesting' posts I've seen on Facebook in a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Fox News 5/31/09...CAIRO — "A 25-year-old Egyptian man cut off his own penis to spite his family after he was refused permission to marry a girl from a lower class family, police reported Sunday." Wow, makes me think of cutting off my nose to spite my face in somewhat of a new light..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And his wife's comment???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't get any idea's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to add to that. Someone needs a brownie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-6653806124573325906?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6653806124573325906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/cut-off-your-nose-to-spite-your-face.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6653806124573325906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6653806124573325906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/cut-off-your-nose-to-spite-your-face.html' title='Cut off your Nose to Spite your Face'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7073343399037753561</id><published>2009-05-29T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:32:59.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google Analytics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>I Caved and took the Facebook Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/original/Lynda-Carter---Wonder-Woman-Photograph-C10101726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 382px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/original/Lynda-Carter---Wonder-Woman-Photograph-C10101726.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So...here's the deal. I'm kind of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;big deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - well, at least I am on my nifty vision board. I run a major organization that reaches to the far corners of the globe - at least that's what my Google Analytics say. Pretty impressive, don't you think, that people in China and Australia are reading my blog....did I say blog...I mean my amazing web based empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My point is.....I stopped all my very important business-woman duties this morning and took a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How well do you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" test on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; this morning. And the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" in this particular test was one of my best friends of many years - a real friend, not just a virtual friend who keeps throwing things at me or wants me to confess to being one of their relatives. Who are these people? Anyway - a no-brainer quiz I figured and because I've been too busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;saving the planet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; these past few months, I haven't spent much time on the social scene with her (or anyone else for that matter) so this little test was meant to redeem my neglect of my friend since my time is so very valuable and, need I remind you...I'm kind of a big deal and I have the tee-shirt to prove it. No I don't. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I scored a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;41%&lt;/span&gt;!!! I don't even know her HALF WAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks like little Miss "I'm too busy to stop and smell the roses much less meet my friend for coffee" needs to remember what the word 'friend' really means. I think I'll bake her a pan of brownies. &lt;/span&gt;And I might even share them with her. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7073343399037753561?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7073343399037753561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-caved-and-took-facebook-challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7073343399037753561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7073343399037753561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-caved-and-took-facebook-challenge.html' title='I Caved and took the Facebook Challenge'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-1117950163821398176</id><published>2009-05-28T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:05:02.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta Airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time warp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punky Brewster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karaoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>A Day Without Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kevinthecoolguy.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/time-warp-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 196px;" src="http://kevinthecoolguy.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/time-warp-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was travel day. Get up early in Colorado, finish packing, check early morning email, hop in the car, drive an hour to the airport....sit in the airport for three hours because, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;knows, it's better to be way early than late (that tip of the day does NOT come from my book of philosophy!), board plane and sit yet another 3 hours. I'll start a new sentence here just for the fun of it.....land at Atlanta airport, stand at baggage claim and play '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which black suitcase is mine&lt;/span&gt;' for 20 minutes, drive another hour home. (FYI...my mom had made us a welcome home pan of brownies....I am not kidding!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two hour time difference seemed to have vanish in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;time warp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of travel day (see I changed the color to green so you would understand what that whacky picture is all about....I'm not sure I trust my vitual friends to figure that out....except for one and when you finish reading this you'll know who I mean). So, I was tired regardless of what time my body thought it was. But not too tired that my Facebook OCD would let me just go on to bed without checking in on what I had missed in my virtual world of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the ability to see older posts or I could have possibly gone the rest of my life without critical information like....one of my friends discovered that she was most like the 80's TV character Punky Brewster. WHO KNEW? Additionally I learned that a friend has an IQ of 130. One friend was thankful for Karaoke and finally, I'm not sure I can even grasp the thought that I almost missed knowing that one friend just picked up some tickets for a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, however, there were no strings of conversation questioning my whereabouts. Hmmm....seems that live goes on even when I'm not around to monitor it. I guess that's good to know. Oh wait...someone in New York just welcomed me home. Ahhhh.....it's good to be back among 'friends'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-1117950163821398176?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1117950163821398176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-without-facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1117950163821398176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/1117950163821398176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-without-facebook.html' title='A Day Without Facebook'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-596295606039359072</id><published>2009-05-26T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:44:04.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>I Kid You NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LnLtk3_0E1Q/SHzO7CXSCwI/AAAAAAAAEM4/KPT9s3aryFU/s400/across-the-universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LnLtk3_0E1Q/SHzO7CXSCwI/AAAAAAAAEM4/KPT9s3aryFU/s400/across-the-universe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Each day I receive a 'personal' message from the Universe. Ok...I subscribed to one of those "thoughts of the day" about 2 years ago and truthfully, I look forward to reading them every day. So, tell me this isn't Karma or the law of attraction. This is what I received today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Garamond,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dreams create their own pathways, if you don't try to  force things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking action summons miracles, whether you  recognize them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; too late in the day for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Garamond,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Garamond,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;        Dream on, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243371325_0"&gt;wild thing&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243371325_1"&gt;The  Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Garamond,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243371325_1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;too late for breakfast!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Excuse me but I have officially been granted permission from the Universe. And as fate would have it.....there's one brownie left in the pan. Coincidence? I think not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Garamond,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243371325_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-596295606039359072?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/596295606039359072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-kid-you-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/596295606039359072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/596295606039359072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-kid-you-not.html' title='I Kid You NOT!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LnLtk3_0E1Q/SHzO7CXSCwI/AAAAAAAAEM4/KPT9s3aryFU/s72-c/across-the-universe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7146377440980427080</id><published>2009-05-24T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:35:26.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balancing Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morisette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii Tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-made cinnamon rolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Life - it's all about balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.slashfood.com/media/2008/10/brioche-cinnamon-rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.slashfood.com/media/2008/10/brioche-cinnamon-rolls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love visiting my sister in law. She's always happy, she's always up for adventure, she lets me win at Wii tennis and she always cooks and bakes like we're royalty. So, in order to not hurt her feelings....I force myself to eat what she's so lovingly prepared. Yeah....I'm just that kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in the Black Forest of Colorado ...not like she actually lives out in the wild - she may be Super-Sister but she still wants her blow dryer and hot tub. But, the scenery is indescribably breath-taking and there are hiking trails a stone's throw from her house. And this girl can hike like nobody's business. I like to think I'm in pretty good shape (for the shape I'm in) but I have to put the legs in overdrive to keep up. Not to mention there's NO OXYGEN in the mile-high state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half later....we return from our 'walk' - which is not like any 'walk' you might typically take. SO...at this point I am famished. I know, Alanis Morisette would not appreciate my use of that word. At the very least...I was carb-deficient. So when I looked on the cabinet and saw the remainder of the home-made cinnamon rolls (no, I'm not kidding...home-made)  I figured I had sufficiently burned off last night's calories and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;earned &lt;/span&gt;the right to eat one....ok, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; one. But, after all,  isn't life really all about balance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7146377440980427080?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7146377440980427080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-its-all-about-balance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7146377440980427080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7146377440980427080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-its-all-about-balance.html' title='Life - it&apos;s all about balance'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-3927291593649177433</id><published>2009-05-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:24:32.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates of the caribbean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>He may be a pirate but he's just like me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.legalmoviesdownloads.com/still-frames-movie-pictures/pirates-of-the-caribbean-dead-mans-chest/pirates-of-the-caribbean-dead-mans-chest-1-johnny-depp-capt-jack-sparrow-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.legalmoviesdownloads.com/still-frames-movie-pictures/pirates-of-the-caribbean-dead-mans-chest/pirates-of-the-caribbean-dead-mans-chest-1-johnny-depp-capt-jack-sparrow-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever just have an AHA moment when all the Universe suddenly made sense? I usually pride myself in not following the crowd but when it comes to Johnny Depp....I'm right there with the millions of other girls who have him on their "list" - yeah....you know what list I'm talking about. And don't judge me there either - you've got one and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the music stopped...the lights came on and right before my eyes - well, not right before because, truth be known, they were closed so shampoo didn't get in them...where was I? Oh yeah....right before my eyes the picture became clear. I'm attracted to Johnny Depp because he and I share a love of CHOCOLATE. Really? Yes really. Hear me out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolat&lt;/span&gt; - no explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Willy Wonka and the CHOCOLATE Factory&lt;/span&gt; - pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; - What do you think was really in that treasure chest? You know because you've probably eaten them.....gold covered nuggets of....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!! I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby doesn't mind that I have this little infatuation....not the chocolate one....the Johnny Depp one.  Fact is, sometimes I think he likes to pretend he's a pirate himself because I often hear him say ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surrender the booty&lt;/span&gt;! I guess he's craving some chocolate. *wink wink* :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-3927291593649177433?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3927291593649177433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-may-be-pirate-but-hes-just-like-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3927291593649177433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3927291593649177433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-may-be-pirate-but-hes-just-like-me.html' title='He may be a pirate but he&apos;s just like me!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-3191084896599363005</id><published>2009-05-21T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:15:10.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It helps to know what airline you're flying on when you  go to check in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aviation-central.com/1914-1918/images/ac000-painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.aviation-central.com/1914-1918/images/ac000-painting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok - here's one for ya! Have you ever gone to check in at the airport only to discover that the airline you thought you were flying on was, in fact, NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have done an unusual amount of travel lately and I am the resident travel agent. And....I never have to 'roam alone' thanks to that little Expedia Gnome who has won all my business with his adorable accent and sense of adventure. So, anyway, we went up to the check in counter with all of our suitcases and ID only to be told "we don't have a reservation for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say PANIC!! My mind began to imagine that I had the wrong date....or the wrong time or...I don't know what all I thought but what I did know was that I had brought no form of documentation telling me what the facts were. My husband....well, he was 'concerned' as in "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON&lt;/span&gt;?" Then we actually both started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I had emailed our itenerary to friends who were picking us up at our destination. So we called and had to ask "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uh.....what airline are we coming in on&lt;/span&gt;?" At that point our friend was laughing hysterically, we start laughing at ourselves again and disaster was averted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a true friend knows that when you've had a day like this that the best thing to have waiting when you get where you're going is a plate of warm chocolate cookies (which are equally as effective as brownies). That's what real friends do!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-3191084896599363005?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3191084896599363005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-helps-to-know-what-airline-youre.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3191084896599363005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/3191084896599363005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-helps-to-know-what-airline-youre.html' title='It helps to know what airline you&apos;re flying on when you  go to check in!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2551446371216620375</id><published>2009-05-20T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:36:47.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider bite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>I think a Spider bit me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pet.taragana.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/camel-spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 227px;" src="http://pet.taragana.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/camel-spider.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the truth. I was sitting on the couch enjoying my first cup of coffee when BAM...I felt this pain in my leg. Naturally, Ireached to touch  it and OUCH...that hurt!! I had my silky pj bottoms on - but here's the truth....it's too hot to sleep in them so I just laid them on the floor by my bed before I fell asleep so I had easy access for when I got up. SO....back to the OUCH. I suddenly had this horrible image that a spider had crawled into my silky pj pants (do you get the sense that I'm making sure you understand that my pjs are not flannel - because, apparently that's important that you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband assured me it was NOT a spider and that I probably wasn't going to die today - at least that's not what my horoscope said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you know me...I decided to experiement with my Facebook friends. Here's what I posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think a SPIDER bit me! Seriously - it hurts like crazy and I have to catch a flight later today. This is such an inconvenience."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;How many 'friends' do you think commented on this potentially life threatening incident?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;!! And it was very sarcastic at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I remind you how many people commented on those stupid brownies?? Too many to count!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends?? Really?? Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;Wait....fingers going numb....vision fading......craving for chocolate.....Out - of - Control!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2551446371216620375?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2551446371216620375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-spider-bit-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2551446371216620375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2551446371216620375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-spider-bit-me.html' title='I think a Spider bit me!'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-7851560792898948543</id><published>2009-05-19T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:03:13.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret stash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Shhhh....My Secret Stash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://donttarget.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/shhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 378px;" src="http://donttarget.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/shhhh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't keep talking about these crazy Brownies for the rest of my life but let's just confess right here that we all have some secrets. Am I right or am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret stash....of, wait...you'll never guess....BROWNIES!! OMG I am so addicted to these little guys. But do I really need to hide them? Who a I hiding them from? I just publically confessed last week that I ate brownies for breakfast. That pretty much lets the cat out of the bag, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my point about Facebook. We share what we think are intimate parts of our life - maybe even things we consider secret - with total reckless abandom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Guy posts&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am listening to Dave Matthews instead of working."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "Yeah.....it's too nice of a day to actually work." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl posts&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just bought a pair of $300 shoes....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend comments&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh dear.....better hide them before you know who gets home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin'......well, I think we're ALL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Sayin'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-7851560792898948543?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7851560792898948543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/shhhhmy-secret-stash.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7851560792898948543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/7851560792898948543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/shhhhmy-secret-stash.html' title='Shhhh....My Secret Stash'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-2613173189661882905</id><published>2009-05-18T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:05:50.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opioids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Facebook = Internet Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrrl.org/blogs/wordpress/readerseye/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/chocolat_sheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 440px;" src="http://www.mrrl.org/blogs/wordpress/readerseye/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/chocolat_sheet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA!! I'm beginning to understand the phenomenon of Facebook. This addiction can only be understood if one understands the craving and chemistry of.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;. (The craving for some Johnny Depp is a separate subject altogether and you should mind your own business!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we love &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;? Sure - there's the obvious. It's DELICIOUS! (that was my Kosmo Kramer impression in case you didn't catch it). We've learned recently that it's actually good for us because of those powerful Flavanoids and antioxidants (whatever excuse you need, right?). We also equate chocolate with love (ahhhhh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the real reason.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;opioids&lt;/span&gt;. Chocolate contains chemicals called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;opioids&lt;/span&gt;. Opioids are also found in opium, and they serve to dull pain and give a feeling of well-being to people who ingest them. According to a study, people who eat chocolate produce natural opiates in their brains that soothe their nerves and make them feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still with me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;, you may be wondering, does chocolate correlate at all to Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accoring to Aldous Huxley (1894 - 1963) he says this about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opioids&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" font=""  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five or six hours each day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abolish our solitude as individuals&lt;/span&gt;, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution - then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our need to absolish our solitude as individuals and atone us with our fellows (aka 'friends'...even virtual friends as it may be). A Facebook Fix! That's not such a bad craving or.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt;, is it? So there you have it....Facebook must contain the same mind altering, pain-dulling, sense of well-being, love feeling inducing ingredients as....yep, chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little solitary right now - I think I hear those brownies calling my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-2613173189661882905?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2613173189661882905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook-internet-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2613173189661882905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/2613173189661882905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook-internet-chocolate.html' title='Facebook = Internet Chocolate'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-6195791036209503893</id><published>2009-05-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:06:21.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeding Frenzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictionary.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>What, exactly, is a 'Confession'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIZw_OPGhDg/SEWS-hWhQsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/f71fD_6SyEE/s400/alligator-feeding-frenzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIZw_OPGhDg/SEWS-hWhQsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/f71fD_6SyEE/s400/alligator-feeding-frenzy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to know what a word really means? Ahhh...dictionary (dot com, of course....why walk all the way over the book case where my 1979 Websters is sitting and actually flip page after page when I can point and click? Lazy...yeah, probably). So here goes .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.Confession&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to acknowledge or avow (a fault, crime, misdeed, weakness, etc.) by way of revelation.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to own or admit as true: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;I must confess that I haven't read the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to declare or acknowledge (one's sins), esp. to God or a priest in order to obtain absolution.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;(of a priest) to hear the confession of (a person).&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to acknowledge one's belief or faith in; declare adherence to.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to reveal by circumstances.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that last one that I find most intriguing....to reveal by circumstance. So when someone updates their Facebook status by saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've been asked to write a column for a newspaper about ______ but the only stipulation is that I don't cuss&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; do all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;534 &lt;/span&gt;people in your network understand that this is a JOKE because that's the last thing you would EVER do (uh...hem) or do the innocent bystanders think "wow...he's got a problem!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like brownies but I don't typically eat them for breakfast. But when I decided to share that confession on Facebook a virtually feeding frenzy ensued. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Feeding Frenzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tell ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Frenzy&lt;/span&gt;:  a fit or spell of violent mental excitement; a paroxysm characteristic of or resulting from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                  Mania&lt;/span&gt;: excessive excitement or enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got a little excited about my Brownies....don't you agree? If so.....you should comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 1px; height: 57px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-6195791036209503893?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/6195791036209503893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-exactly-is-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6195791036209503893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/6195791036209503893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-exactly-is-confession.html' title='What, exactly, is a &apos;Confession&apos;'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIZw_OPGhDg/SEWS-hWhQsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/f71fD_6SyEE/s72-c/alligator-feeding-frenzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-93592978783476651</id><published>2009-05-15T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:24:04.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>I'm going to share a Brownie with Dr. House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nodovisual.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/dr-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 423px;" src="http://nodovisual.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/dr-house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a doctor and I don't play one on TV although I have been known to dress up like a nurse at times (nope...no details on that little confession...and don't judge me....you know you have too!). But if I were (was? were? help me Miss Grammer)  a doctor, I think I would be a psychiatrist - but one like Dr. House (is he hot or what - I mean, brilliant). House looks beyond the obvious to find that hidden mystery. And that's what I would do with Facebook because, face it, if you're a psychiatrist looking for a group to study then the Facebook community is the Holy Grail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is the only place where you can 'friend' a total stranger and immediately begin sharing intimate details of your private life. You can be '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;poked&lt;/span&gt;' by an old friend and not feel violated. You can publically wish a brand new friend, who just updated her status by sharing that she's boarding a plane at that very moment, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bon voyage&lt;/span&gt;' ....as if you were emotionally invested in her leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use terminology (aka acronyms) that you would never use if you were actually in a room with all 486 of your 'friends' and not think twice about it. THREE LITTLE LETTERS? What The "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heck&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only on Facebook will you take the time to take a quiz that determines which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollywood Movie Star&lt;/span&gt; you are or what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weapon of Mass Destruction&lt;/span&gt; you are most likely to use or what type of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;church member&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; are and then.....give permission for it to be posted to your public profile. And, as if that wasn't revealing enough, you will THEN.....oh here's there FUN PART.....you will actually argue WHY those results are wrong by posting your own comments on your OWN results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are my Brownies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549223749103026645-93592978783476651?l=browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/93592978783476651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-share-brownie-with-dr-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/93592978783476651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549223749103026645/posts/default/93592978783476651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browniesformybreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-share-brownie-with-dr-house.html' title='I&apos;m going to share a Brownie with Dr. House'/><author><name>I Love Brownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660519314775707196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtsdMQ4eHR8/Tn9A1hylx-I/AAAAAAAAATU/CN2i-Dmyy9I/s220/Pinup%2Bgirl%2Bcooking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549223749103026645.post-5143231841064318337</id><published>2009-05-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:41:54.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eat Dessert First'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Cosby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FaceBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownies for Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Brownies for My Breakfast....Confessions on Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://piesandbass.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/brownies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 324px;" src="http://piesandbass.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/brownies1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog this morning after, what I thought was, just a momentary crazy entry on FaceBook. I am the CEO of a web-based business (yeah....my attorney said I had to choose a legitimate title because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen of Fun &lt;/span&gt;wasn't listed as an option...so there, I am now CEO). So...in the middle of working I realized it was 11:00 a.m. and I hadn't had anything to eat all morning. I was hungry - hey, even CEOs get hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, against my better judgment, I went to the kitchen and got myself - hold on to your widgets and gadgets and HTML....a BROWNIE (I bet you didn't see that coming!). Then, and I don't know why, I decided to share this with my virtual friends. This is called a momentary distraction. I simply put, as my status update, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I just had brownies for breakfast...seriously...what's that about"?&lt;/span&gt; And the replies started popping in faster than I could read! Affirmations....validations and even a  reference to the great Bill Cosby - comparing his commenting that chocolate cake contained eggs, milk, wheat.....making it a health food! Seems like I'm not the only one answers to the beckoning of the brownie. Not that I'm at all ashamed. I am not. I love them. Who doesn't? And why shouldn't I have a Brownie for my Breakfast? As my grandmother once told me (I promise this is true and, in fact, she gave me a little plaque to hang on my wall saying so) "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is uncertain....eat dessert first&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will this Blog be about? Stay tuned - tell all your friends and get ready to get real! Brownie lovers - it's time to come out of the (pantry) closet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did YOU have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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