<?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-7490820696376009229</id><updated>2011-09-11T05:02:49.801-06:00</updated><category term='ray lamontagne'/><category term='lyric lovin&apos;'/><category term='baby names'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='I got the rage'/><category term='whackadoodle'/><category term='dog collars'/><category term='crazy train'/><category term='ozzy osbourne'/><category term='white lab'/><category term='love'/><category term='crazy dog lady'/><title type='text'>The life of Little Ms.Sass and her Mountain Man</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of a young sassy girl, her mountain man husband, and the twists and turns she takes as she tries to figure out nesting, cooking, and becoming a wife.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-6530891889929176753</id><published>2011-02-05T10:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T10:05:38.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um...hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how gorgeous is this dress!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TU2DG7a6QXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/jtwnfk-TDRs/s400/athenadress.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570252469180186994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;if only I had an extra hunsky laying around to buy it. It's on sale!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;from &lt;a href="http://leemathews.com.au/athena-dress.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; lovely shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-6530891889929176753?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6530891889929176753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/umhi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6530891889929176753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6530891889929176753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/umhi.html' title='um...hi'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TU2DG7a6QXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/jtwnfk-TDRs/s72-c/athenadress.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-4347630997097321675</id><published>2011-01-27T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:13:34.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my new years resolution was to stop swearing. It's not going so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;#$&amp;amp;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-4347630997097321675?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4347630997097321675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4347630997097321675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4347630997097321675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoops.html' title='whoops!'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3246497225651979358</id><published>2011-01-27T19:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:12:29.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm on book 7 of Harry Potter. Suck on that! I made my friend Becca mark where in the book the 7th movie ends so I can see the movie and then keep reading. I'm like 150 pages away from being there. I feel pretty awesome! I'll let you people know when I get there and how awesome the it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIlStQ3P-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/XuMxR51SmAU/s400/HP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567053092701552610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;P.S. PLEASE don't tell me any secrets. I'll cry and you will have to buy me a damn cupcake (Love you Becca!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3246497225651979358?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3246497225651979358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3246497225651979358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3246497225651979358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-what.html' title='say what?'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIlStQ3P-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/XuMxR51SmAU/s72-c/HP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-4013970770572746627</id><published>2011-01-27T19:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:06:38.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know when  you're playing Mario Kart on the Wii and someone is behind you and it makes a noise to give you a warning? It haunts my dreams at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIkm15M_bI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Qz8NfQBPM5s/s400/red%2Bshell.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567052339103989170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-4013970770572746627?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4013970770572746627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/yikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4013970770572746627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4013970770572746627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/yikes.html' title='yikes'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIkm15M_bI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Qz8NfQBPM5s/s72-c/red%2Bshell.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-5234347153461908448</id><published>2011-01-27T18:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:00:42.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sledding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My boss and his family have a cabin in the mountains (duh). They invited me and my co-workers up to have a sledding day. We got to the top of this SUPER tall hill and I was totally fine with not going down. I was terrified! All the boys finally talked me into it. I screamed the WHOLE way down. But when we were at the bottom of the hill all I wanted to do was go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIhEuJJDQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/nesehjnXtuU/s400/me%252Bbritt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567048454372920578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me and Britt ventured down ourselves.  I made Britt steer, because she's less of a wuss than I am. Once we started, the boys gave us a BIG push and we were going so fast. We hit this little bub/ jump thing and totally ate crap and landed right on our butts SO HARD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Russ was super cute will all the kiddos. He took everyone down that wanted to go, drove the four-wheeler. raced (and won) my boss. I kinda like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIhmkxWPQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dEgYlaUzUaA/s400/russ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567049035972754690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Russ with Amy and Niel's boys. They are so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I had never been on a sled like the ones they had, you could steer and all that jazz. Even though my behind hurt for days, I was glad we went. I might start liking the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P.S. Thanks for letting me steal pictures off your blog, Amy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-5234347153461908448?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5234347153461908448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/sledding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5234347153461908448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5234347153461908448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/sledding.html' title='sledding!'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIhEuJJDQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/nesehjnXtuU/s72-c/me%252Bbritt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-8854379572741376126</id><published>2011-01-27T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:47:13.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whaAaaAaT?</title><content type='html'>I love this so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z8AL2ZRPpSI" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-8854379572741376126?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8854379572741376126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/whaaaaaat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8854379572741376126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8854379572741376126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/whaaaaaat.html' title='whaAaaAaT?'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z8AL2ZRPpSI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-6343437557294440713</id><published>2011-01-27T18:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:44:32.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIeH2W1FYI/AAAAAAAAAls/0p_AZU3Eno4/s1600/purple%2Bpaint.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been day dreaming. In my day dream I have a sweet baby girl and I decorate her nursery with this vintage record&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIbIT7U8AI/AAAAAAAAAlc/edyIEJG-FQk/s400/Walt%2BDisney%2527s%2BMerriest%2BSongs.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567041918985367554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a lamp like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_schtd5RphwI/TMNBb0hd2lI/AAAAAAAACbA/CZpC7C7N6ew/s320/CWTS+Option+5+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With this color on the walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIeH2W1FYI/AAAAAAAAAls/0p_AZU3Eno4/s1600/purple%2Bpaint.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIeH2W1FYI/AAAAAAAAAls/0p_AZU3Eno4/s400/purple%2Bpaint.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567045209582540162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;geeze. planning nurseries. wth is wrong with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-6343437557294440713?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6343437557294440713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6343437557294440713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6343437557294440713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-dreams.html' title='day dreams'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TUIbIT7U8AI/AAAAAAAAAlc/edyIEJG-FQk/s72-c/Walt%2BDisney%2527s%2BMerriest%2BSongs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1752020699056257365</id><published>2010-10-20T17:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:43:22.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just in time for Halloween</title><content type='html'>Nightmares about the creature in this music video tonight? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cB7IAXrCkO8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cB7IAXrCkO8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1752020699056257365?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1752020699056257365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-in-time-for-halloween.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1752020699056257365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1752020699056257365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-in-time-for-halloween.html' title='just in time for Halloween'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7381761404083328820</id><published>2010-10-18T18:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:57:04.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wowza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little brother is 16 years old today! That is SO not possible. Gosh, he's all grown up and stuff.  I want you all to know that when I say little, I mean only in years. He's my giant. I think he's currently standing at 6' 4" (are those the right mark things? I never remember) Yeah, he dwarfs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TLzr5D60A5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/n2vXd8P0Yk0/s1600/me%2Bkade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TLzr5D60A5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/n2vXd8P0Yk0/s400/me%2Bkade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529553808041182098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday bud I love you more than the Funkasourusrex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7381761404083328820?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7381761404083328820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/wowza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7381761404083328820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7381761404083328820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/wowza.html' title='wowza'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TLzr5D60A5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/n2vXd8P0Yk0/s72-c/me%2Bkade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3899330925797436140</id><published>2010-10-08T22:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:00:01.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the time with the ridiculous snow cone</title><content type='html'>There is the most delicious place to get snow cones down the street from my parents house. They claim to be Hawaiian, but I have never been, nor am I a native to Hawaii so I can neither confirm or deny that fact. Anyway, the point is is that they have really super good, super big snow cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while in line deciding what to get&lt;br /&gt;me "What size are you getting? I think I'll go with a small."&lt;br /&gt;him "I think I'm going to get the big Kahuna!!"&lt;br /&gt;me "Oh, sweet pea, I don't think you need a snow cone that big. It sounds intense."&lt;br /&gt;him "Babe c'mon. I'm a man."&lt;br /&gt;me "..." (I made the concerned face. If you know me in real life, picture it now. If you don't...sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0cC0YE1CI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jGd7egLtHJI/s1600/IMG00156-20100703-1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0cC0YE1CI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jGd7egLtHJI/s400/IMG00156-20100703-1824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525103152598406178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: giggling&lt;br /&gt;him: "I feel like this was a bad choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. please don't mind the fact that all these pictures are taken with a phone and have terrible quality.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. also please don't click on that picture to make it bigger. you will see the sickness that is my husband's goatee, then you'll dry heave. love him! not his facial hair. I think he keeps it around to make me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3899330925797436140?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3899330925797436140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-with-ridiculous-snow-cone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3899330925797436140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3899330925797436140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-with-ridiculous-snow-cone.html' title='the time with the ridiculous snow cone'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0cC0YE1CI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jGd7egLtHJI/s72-c/IMG00156-20100703-1824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-782096855006613176</id><published>2010-10-07T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:30:00.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I want to talk about something. Something some people call OCD but I just call it being awesome. At work, we have a tub of m&amp;amp;ms that I frequently visit. When I go get a handful, I go back to my desk and organize them. Yes, I organize my m&amp;amp;ms. It's weird but whateva, it makes me happy. So I organize them, and eat them until each color has an equal number. Does that make sense? It's quite a process. Anyway, one day I was eating and organizing, eating and organizing, and something beautiful happened, I had exactly two of every color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0YxVyPavI/AAAAAAAAAk4/MN4N-TclHq0/s1600/IMG00133-20100601-1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0YxVyPavI/AAAAAAAAAk4/MN4N-TclHq0/s400/IMG00133-20100601-1444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525099553793993458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have NO idea how happy I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-782096855006613176?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/782096855006613176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-problems.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/782096855006613176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/782096855006613176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-problems.html' title='I got problems'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0YxVyPavI/AAAAAAAAAk4/MN4N-TclHq0/s72-c/IMG00133-20100601-1444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3284387804807222173</id><published>2010-10-06T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:39:08.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back baby doll</title><content type='html'>Say what?? A blog post? Unheard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm such a slacker. But I'm back. Once again this blog will be filled with the shenanigans that I call my life. To tide you over, here's a ridonkulous picture of me and the mister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0WdD2v6MI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RpfkN6cNwys/s1600/IMG00106-20100324-0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0WdD2v6MI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RpfkN6cNwys/s400/IMG00106-20100324-0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525097006360422594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taken via the crackberry, sorry for the sucky quality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3284387804807222173?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3284387804807222173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back-baby-doll.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3284387804807222173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3284387804807222173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back-baby-doll.html' title='I&apos;m back baby doll'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/TK0WdD2v6MI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RpfkN6cNwys/s72-c/IMG00106-20100324-0805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-2012034306216399767</id><published>2010-02-13T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:00:01.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you because I still count down the hours until I get to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because when I'm sleeping in bed and you come home late from work you kiss my cheek to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because when I cry because we have no food for me to eat you go grocery shopping and buy me my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S3WyaWC382I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xj9RrmVJ4tI/s1600-h/vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S3WyaWC382I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xj9RrmVJ4tI/s400/vday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437448290783720290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1489434"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-2012034306216399767?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2012034306216399767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you-because-i-still-count-down.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2012034306216399767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2012034306216399767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you-because-i-still-count-down.html' title=''/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S3WyaWC382I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xj9RrmVJ4tI/s72-c/vday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-8174852692508015436</id><published>2010-02-03T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:30:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes when I listen to the Beatles, I feel like I'm high, even though I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7F2X3rSSCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7F2X3rSSCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiiiiight? Am I the only one that feels like this? Validate me and my weirdness, please. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-8174852692508015436?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8174852692508015436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8174852692508015436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8174852692508015436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-what.html' title='you know what?'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7714214126607908716</id><published>2010-02-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:35:00.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a babe...SCHWING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, she will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S2mix_enfOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jTL5F3aBEZk/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S2mix_enfOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jTL5F3aBEZk/s400/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434053405136354530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just ordered this little mama from Amazon yesterday. I can't wait until she's home to me! Do any of you have a Holga? Tips for a newbee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7714214126607908716?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7714214126607908716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-babeschwing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7714214126607908716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7714214126607908716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-babeschwing.html' title='She&apos;s a babe...SCHWING'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S2mix_enfOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/jTL5F3aBEZk/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-944763478588038253</id><published>2010-01-21T18:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:59:42.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S1kGFW7OHZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zfCjV5KHZi8/s1600-h/big+belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S1kGFW7OHZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zfCjV5KHZi8/s400/big+belly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429377514894925202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;SUPRISE!!! Yep, little bloat baby sass is on it's way. Wait, bloat baby? Yes, that is indeed a bloat baby, not a real baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;{sorry for the trick, but my belly is so swollen I can't help but make the comparison}. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;That right there my friends is the product of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;APPENDECTOMY: The surgical removal of the appendix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went to the InstaCare on Sunday morning in horrible pain, was given a C/T scan a few hours later, and had surgery all by about 3 o'clock. I've been recovering at my mama's house and will hopefully be up and running in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;It's a semi-interesting story, and I have pictures. Do you guys want to hear the whole thing? The pictures are of my guts, so they're pretty graphic and the story involves the words "And then I threw up" multiple  times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;Whattya say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-944763478588038253?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/944763478588038253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/944763478588038253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/944763478588038253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my.html' title='oh my...'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S1kGFW7OHZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zfCjV5KHZi8/s72-c/big+belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-6731277825153732373</id><published>2010-01-15T11:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:26:12.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let me forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the hub and I build our own house, that these are my most favorite hard wood floors I've ever seen. I'm absolutely smitten, and can't stop staring at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S1Cyolg74gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vOv6zLnrbSo/s1600-h/beautiful-kitchen-remodel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S1Cyolg74gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vOv6zLnrbSo/s400/beautiful-kitchen-remodel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033961316213250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the kitchen is pretty fantastic, too. Go check it &lt;a href="http://houseobsession.wordpress.com/2008/07/13/the-big-kitchen-reveal/"&gt;out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-6731277825153732373?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6731277825153732373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-let-me-forget.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6731277825153732373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6731277825153732373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-let-me-forget.html' title='don&apos;t let me forget...'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S1Cyolg74gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/vOv6zLnrbSo/s72-c/beautiful-kitchen-remodel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7035621036620054984</id><published>2010-01-06T16:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:21:14.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am I the only one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who things Channing Tatum looks like a Siamese Cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S0UanN5qv_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/53T6LdApgAU/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S0UanN5qv_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/53T6LdApgAU/s400/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423770587286388722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S0UasBNVLjI/AAAAAAAAAjY/R5x3R0l7txo/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S0UasBNVLjI/AAAAAAAAAjY/R5x3R0l7txo/s400/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423770669778546226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7035621036620054984?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7035621036620054984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-only-one.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7035621036620054984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7035621036620054984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-only-one.html' title='am I the only one?'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/S0UanN5qv_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/53T6LdApgAU/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-9219763370256313136</id><published>2009-12-30T13:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:18:07.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, my pretties</title><content type='html'>I know it was just Christmas, but that doesn't stop me from drooling over Target's gorgeous jewelry. I might just need to add to my collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu0PmnRThI/AAAAAAAAAio/Llp4tUMs1co/s1600-h/earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu0PmnRThI/AAAAAAAAAio/Llp4tUMs1co/s400/earrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421124756626820626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu0VqYtnjI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ow5afiLKOMQ/s1600-h/goldie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu0VqYtnjI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ow5afiLKOMQ/s400/goldie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421124860718718514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu1ONULJ4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/IdFenPe_msg/s1600-h/multibracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu1ONULJ4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/IdFenPe_msg/s400/multibracelet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421125832167597954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu1SCuFf-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/IfVlmKvqkRE/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu1SCuFf-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/IfVlmKvqkRE/s400/necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421125898042965986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo pretty, right?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go for cheapo, pretty jewelry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-9219763370256313136?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9219763370256313136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-my-pretties.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/9219763370256313136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/9219763370256313136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-my-pretties.html' title='hello, my pretties'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Szu0PmnRThI/AAAAAAAAAio/Llp4tUMs1co/s72-c/earrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7128512906892483128</id><published>2009-12-30T10:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:14:23.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E! True Hollywood Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SzuWZpoP1mI/AAAAAAAAAig/A_bqbUOQeEA/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SzuWZpoP1mI/AAAAAAAAAig/A_bqbUOQeEA/s400/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421091943886083682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What really happens in Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://cheezburger.com/View.aspx?aid=2898431232"&gt;heya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7128512906892483128?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7128512906892483128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-true-hollywood-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7128512906892483128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7128512906892483128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-true-hollywood-story.html' title='E! True Hollywood Story...'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SzuWZpoP1mI/AAAAAAAAAig/A_bqbUOQeEA/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-8610815604105215248</id><published>2009-12-28T14:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:51:00.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I didn't get those boots for Christmas (a couple of you asked, and one of my blogger pet peeves is when a blog reader asks a question, and the blog writer never answers, so there you have it.) Don't be sad though, because I did get a whole bunch of really amazing presents, so I'm okay without those boots. I'll do a Christmas re-cap soon, it includes video of my doggies ripping apart some toys, and my annoying, way to squeaky voice. Be excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Christmas was lovely&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-8610815604105215248?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8610815604105215248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8610815604105215248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8610815604105215248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-203334594500700168</id><published>2009-12-11T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:22:49.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, marriage is hard.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you find the cuuuuuuutest boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyJ473CbFjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EarVcnwatyk/s1600-h/boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyJ473CbFjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EarVcnwatyk/s400/boot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414022671834486322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they're on sale for ONLY $50, down from $80something. A whopping savings of over $30!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they were offering FREE overnight shipping. THEY COULD HAVE BEEN HOME TO YOU TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you obsess over them for an entire day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you call your husband to tell him you found yourself a Christmas present&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he says "Didn't you just buy boots?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, you actaully did just buy boots, but they were Uggs, and those boots are Steve Madden's&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyJ5g9D9sRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/PfXplp51fzc/s1600-h/uggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyJ5g9D9sRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/PfXplp51fzc/s400/uggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414023309106721042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see? Totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes, your husband tells you no, that you can not have the boots&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you grovel so your husband says maybe&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you pout because you can't get your boots and maybe pretty much means no anyway&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just decide that you would rather ask for forgiveness rather than permission&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you turn into a spoiled brat&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you go to look/ buy the boots and realize that they're not on sale anymore&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you get a little misty at your desk because you really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wanted those boots&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life lessons, it's what I'm here for people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-203334594500700168?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/203334594500700168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/203334594500700168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/203334594500700168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyJ473CbFjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EarVcnwatyk/s72-c/boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3133610353060461421</id><published>2009-12-09T16:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:54:30.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 1.5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA1tE-6iFI/AAAAAAAAAho/ChPbXNtGDCk/s1600-h/DSC_0215+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA1tE-6iFI/AAAAAAAAAho/ChPbXNtGDCk/s400/DSC_0215+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413385800647346258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA13jbCziI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dBf94ctZRuk/s1600-h/DSC_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA13jbCziI/AAAAAAAAAhw/dBf94ctZRuk/s400/DSC_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413385980617084450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA2N7UlZGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/6y_38OcmTJY/s1600-h/DSC_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA2N7UlZGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/6y_38OcmTJY/s400/DSC_0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413386364989564002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA4pd-c1xI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pJUHZ8jgXzA/s1600-h/DSC_0980+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA4pd-c1xI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pJUHZ8jgXzA/s400/DSC_0980+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413389037171693330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love your guts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3133610353060461421?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3133610353060461421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3133610353060461421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3133610353060461421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SyA1tE-6iFI/AAAAAAAAAho/ChPbXNtGDCk/s72-c/DSC_0215+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-352527241874260515</id><published>2009-12-08T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:20:09.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in case you were wondering...</title><content type='html'>Our little Colt Man puppy is stinking cute, and huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sx7fHn7JRJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/klmei6tlRoQ/s1600-h/IMG00013-20091123-1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sx7fHn7JRJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/klmei6tlRoQ/s400/IMG00013-20091123-1332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413009124215047314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-352527241874260515?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/352527241874260515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-case-you-were-wondering.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/352527241874260515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/352527241874260515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='in case you were wondering...'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sx7fHn7JRJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/klmei6tlRoQ/s72-c/IMG00013-20091123-1332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7829963350754769806</id><published>2009-10-16T20:49:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:55:39.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love, love, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stk-YGCMV2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/esi3oo7au6E/s1600-h/DSCF2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a simple girl. I like jeans and t-shirts best, mashed potatoes for dinner and ice cream in bed for dessert. To me, the simplest things make all the stress, and daily grind so totally worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drives up the canyon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stkx4REaYqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EyLVDM7Ql40/s1600-h/leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stkx4REaYqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EyLVDM7Ql40/s320/leaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393396871477224098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stkx0I8dSPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/n2oDiSl0MXI/s1600-h/hillside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stkx0I8dSPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/n2oDiSl0MXI/s320/hillside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393396800576899314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/StkxtowfJJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GT7BQiibdFg/s1600-h/sunflaresharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/StkxtowfJJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GT7BQiibdFg/s320/sunflaresharp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393396688857539730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or rainbows as I leave work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stkxci-3frI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZDE9R3Ee8nc/s1600-h/maybe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stkxci-3frI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZDE9R3Ee8nc/s320/maybe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393396395249467058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/StkycHIncyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9rT-xS9DP2U/s1600-h/owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/StkycHIncyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9rT-xS9DP2U/s320/owl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393397487285793570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or taking pictures out my car window of the sunset and the owl power line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;sometimes it's giving little puppy Colt a bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/StkyuiSevnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/l6ODWE0oK_0/s320/DSCF2569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stk82Z4coPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AFmR216B5e0/s320/DSCF2575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393408934111125746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or a day at the aquarium with my family, donating money for penguins, and getting to decorate my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stk9EkWL2jI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gAVgAAnAOGM/s1600-h/DSCF2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stk9EkWL2jI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gAVgAAnAOGM/s320/DSCF2585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393409177438378546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but most of all it's the love and support I constantly feel from my husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stk9uPUYh3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VSTcdiwDKo0/s320/DSCF2586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393409893348181874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suprise flowers, left in my car to find in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stk-YGCMV2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/esi3oo7au6E/s1600-h/DSCF2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stk-YGCMV2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/esi3oo7au6E/s320/DSCF2576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393410612410472290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;love note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I tell you, that man, he keeps me going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stk82Z4coPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AFmR216B5e0/s1600-h/DSCF2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7829963350754769806?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7829963350754769806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-love-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7829963350754769806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7829963350754769806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-love-love.html' title='love, love, love'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Stkx4REaYqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EyLVDM7Ql40/s72-c/leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-8606373871342145583</id><published>2009-10-13T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:42:27.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something to blog about</title><content type='html'>My life is boring. But this is not.&lt;br /&gt;This is a FREE trip to Disneyland&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DISNEYLAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;One of my favorite (and local) blogs is holding a giveaway for two to be their guest at the happiest place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to enter, head over to &lt;a href="http://www.sweetlifeinthevalley.com/2009/10/sweet-surprises-disneyland-giveaway-out.html"&gt;Sweet Life in the Valley&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://outandaboutwiththefamily.com/blog/2009/10/09/disneyland-giveaway-with-out-about-with-the-family-and-sweet-life-in-the-valley-be-our-guest/"&gt;Out &amp;amp; About with the family&lt;/a&gt; and enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I win! I need a little vacay-- a little breaky break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-8606373871342145583?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8606373871342145583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-to-blog-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8606373871342145583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8606373871342145583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-to-blog-about.html' title='something to blog about'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1633762685989669485</id><published>2009-10-05T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:31:41.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hiiii</title><content type='html'>Ya. This blog is full of the suck.  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my dear sweet friends, it ain't gettin' any betta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school&lt;br /&gt;And still working my full time job&lt;br /&gt;which equals lots of time away from silly things I love like blogging and commenting.&lt;br /&gt;So maybs someday I'll update with a real post.&lt;br /&gt;but don't hold yer breath 'cuz it's not happening any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxoOxXo&lt;br /&gt;(big kiss, little kiss, little hug, big hug..name that movie)&lt;br /&gt;Shelby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1633762685989669485?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1633762685989669485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiiii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1633762685989669485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1633762685989669485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiiii.html' title='hiiii'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3495634538966212969</id><published>2009-09-22T17:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:36:31.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ya</title><content type='html'>Dear people who read this blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it blows and is boring and is never updated. I just suck at life. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xOXXoXoOOOXx&lt;br /&gt;Shelby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3495634538966212969?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3495634538966212969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/ya.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3495634538966212969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3495634538966212969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/ya.html' title='ya'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7006442897372491998</id><published>2009-09-11T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:07:22.344-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whackadoodle'/><title type='text'>names</title><content type='html'>So I like to name things. Everything we have has a name. Examples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four-wheeler: Boseefus&lt;br /&gt;my pink Kitchen-Aid: Lola&lt;br /&gt;the new puppy: Colt 45 (like the gun) Max (like the boy in Where The Wild Things Are, because the puppy is king of the wild things)&lt;br /&gt;The stray cat I found at the apartment a long time ago: Shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on and on. I just love to name things! Mountain Man and I have had our children's names picked out for a long time. I'm not going to tell you them, because I'm afraid you'll love them SO much that you'll steal them for your own children. And I pride myself on my unique but not super odd names. OH Shelby! You're thinking, you're so crazy, people don't actually steal names. Nay Nay, my friend!  My little brother is named Kaden Chance, my parents told their friends who were also having a baby boy, their son's name? Kaden Chaz. WTF? They totally stole the name! Messed up! I also have two cousins named Dillen. Back to the point! I'm constantly hearing names that I would love to give a child.  Let's discuss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee-MM's spunky great grand mother is named Bea and I would love to name a daughter after her. I love hearing stories of MM going to her home in Richfield, UT and the fun they would have.&lt;br /&gt;Leah Issac- My great grandmother's first name, and my other great grandmother's last name. I love this name so much. MM does not, however. He's not so keen on boy names for girls.&lt;br /&gt;Layla- I LOVE me a little Eric Clapton, and I just love this name. Is that song stuck in your head yet? MM hates this song. Vetoed.&lt;br /&gt;Paisley- This is our go to name for a girl. We both like it which is hard to do. But, it's getting a little too popular for my taste. Plus what is she's a 30 year old business woman trying to be taken seriously? Paisley ain't gunna to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;Everly-I just think this name is ridonkulously beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Ann-Eli for short. This is a &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethannedesigns.com/blog/"&gt;invitation company&lt;/a&gt;. Hurmph!&lt;br /&gt;Tea- said Tay, but I'm fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're pretty much set on our boy names, I never notice those. But trust they'll rock your socks off when you hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any good names to add to the post? Hate them all? Love them all? Think I'm pregnant? Whatcha say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7006442897372491998?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7006442897372491998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/names.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7006442897372491998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7006442897372491998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/names.html' title='names'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1292550729696031386</id><published>2009-09-04T08:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:33:10.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hip hip</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that we pick up Colt. I'm so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;oo&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;oo&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;oo&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ooooo&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ooooo&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;ooo&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;oo&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;oo&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;o excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought you guys should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1292550729696031386?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1292550729696031386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/hip-hip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1292550729696031386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1292550729696031386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/hip-hip.html' title='hip hip'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-2741148665020609027</id><published>2009-09-01T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:15:00.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whackadoodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ozzy osbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy train'/><title type='text'>sooo....</title><content type='html'>Did you get it? Huh? Huh? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more help?&lt;br /&gt;Here's my brother to nudge you along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-48e934abe64b87e2" 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://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D48e934abe64b87e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329850591%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B2F088F567FBBA71077E684544186FCF00D0B10.2167242E8D97C80CEB0D58F28E5F4FB4C9350C27%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D48e934abe64b87e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw3NgB-j-RwsF7ZuPyJxQB_AzUhI&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://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D48e934abe64b87e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329850591%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B2F088F567FBBA71077E684544186FCF00D0B10.2167242E8D97C80CEB0D58F28E5F4FB4C9350C27%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D48e934abe64b87e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw3NgB-j-RwsF7ZuPyJxQB_AzUhI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sideways, oops!&lt;br /&gt;like his checkered hat? It has special guitar helping guru powers.&lt;br /&gt;That guitar is named Jessica, and the black and white one is a Fender (oooh fancy) and her name is Shaniqua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;Here, how's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGSH_BGqH2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGSH_BGqH2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaa you get it now.&lt;br /&gt;Ta da! I can play that. kinda. sorta. 5 seconds totally counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you totally amazed at my geetar pickin' skills? Can any of you play the guitar? If so, best believe I'm jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-2741148665020609027?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=48e934abe64b87e2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2741148665020609027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/sooo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2741148665020609027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2741148665020609027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/sooo.html' title='sooo....'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-5111018559118901979</id><published>2009-08-31T15:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:40:00.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whackadoodle'/><title type='text'>Im going off the rails</title><content type='html'>Let's play a fun game! It's called, Shelby has a bithcin'* little brother who is smart and knows cool stuff like guitar, Shelby wants to learn how, so her little brother spent 1.5 hours teaching her 5 seconds of a song and she still sucked. Shelby a little slow. Not so great at the learning thing, I think. But she's &lt;del&gt;average looking&lt;/del&gt; pretty! Sounds like a fun game huh? Heaven bless my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's really play a game. This time it's called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What song is Shelby playing on the geetar?&lt;/span&gt; 5 points and a cookie for who gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4183f2e7b6e0b204" 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://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4183f2e7b6e0b204%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329850591%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DDE877DE9549B675CC7391CEC70CBB62174E672.4935176D3C54453D685762DCDCFF41924C4B2B6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4183f2e7b6e0b204%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlaiaN4S12BEM7n032S_Pqcs1WSs&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://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4183f2e7b6e0b204%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329850591%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DDE877DE9549B675CC7391CEC70CBB62174E672.4935176D3C54453D685762DCDCFF41924C4B2B6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4183f2e7b6e0b204%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlaiaN4S12BEM7n032S_Pqcs1WSs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is that a swear word? I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-5111018559118901979?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4183f2e7b6e0b204&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5111018559118901979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-going-off-rails.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5111018559118901979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5111018559118901979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-going-off-rails.html' title='Im going off the rails'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-6283416546406887386</id><published>2009-08-30T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:30:00.265-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray lamontagne'/><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJFGCrMplq4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJFGCrMplq4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpYFc7eUCII/AAAAAAAAAbw/qOm2pksfkPo/s1600-h/DSCF2536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpYFc7eUCII/AAAAAAAAAbw/qOm2pksfkPo/s320/DSCF2536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374489199872575618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A note from him to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpYFZGxvuGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4QP4T2nVIiQ/s1600-h/bestthing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpYFZGxvuGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4QP4T2nVIiQ/s320/bestthing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374489134187395170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best thing indeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-6283416546406887386?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6283416546406887386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6283416546406887386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6283416546406887386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpYFc7eUCII/AAAAAAAAAbw/qOm2pksfkPo/s72-c/DSCF2536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1227698605802317957</id><published>2009-08-29T10:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:30:00.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white lab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog collars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whackadoodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy dog lady'/><title type='text'>junk 'n stuff</title><content type='html'>Now that y'all know about our little secret&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we've known about him for about a month. But I didn't want to jinx anything)&lt;/span&gt; We can get down to business. Puppy stuff! Yay! I've been googling/ etsy-ing all morning to find little mutley some new digs. Click on the pic to be taken to the shop/ website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29980021&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_6&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=dog+collars&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=7&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgCMKGEKhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tZM6wwU2-xM/s320/collar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048563158166034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tough guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigdogboutique.com/productcart/pc/viewPrd.asp?idproduct=17898&amp;amp;idcategory=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgCm-ALE5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/nX3Fi3dGxiE/s320/tattcollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375049023768695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute! Again with the tough guy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Let's switch it up. Argyle anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigdogboutique.com/ProductCart/pc/viewPrd.asp?idproduct=14837&amp;amp;idcategory=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgERfJYliI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KhD8MA880ys/s320/argylecollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375050853731833378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm such a sucker for argyle, especially pink and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trendypuppy.com/walkewoo-dogcollars/greenonbrownpolkadotcollar.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgE6_4nmiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/w_cD56aORfs/s320/polkadotcollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375051566894520866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29944286"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgFfiv9qUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6uUY8DzkkdI/s320/stripescollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375052194728749378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness! This one might be my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.petco.com/product/109927/Bison-Pet-Real-Tree-Hardwoods-Adjustable-Nylon-Dog-Collar.aspx?cm_mmc=CSEMGooglebase-_-Dog-_-Bison%20Pet-_-1269470&amp;amp;mr:trackingCode=57FAEB15-8381-DE11-B7F3-0019B9C043EB&amp;amp;mr:referralID=NA"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgHVRbrGJI/AAAAAAAAAco/dAnmcEAnbys/s320/realcamocollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054217304807570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camo, of course, to make Mountain Man happy. He is going to be a hunting dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=6441223&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_19&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=dog+identification&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=3&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgJp7V6bEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/J4Qsl57fBSE/s320/prettycollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375056771175574594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these are so pretty! One of each, puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, a dog tag so peeps know who he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgLZ2Hu2sI/AAAAAAAAAc4/whW7sA4oDgY/s1600-h/dogtag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgLZ2Hu2sI/AAAAAAAAAc4/whW7sA4oDgY/s320/dogtag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375058693919267522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; the crazy dog lady. Love me still, please?&lt;br /&gt;What collar would you pick? Any other suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1227698605802317957?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1227698605802317957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/junk-n-stuff.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1227698605802317957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1227698605802317957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/junk-n-stuff.html' title='junk &apos;n stuff'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpgCMKGEKhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/tZM6wwU2-xM/s72-c/collar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3309334216361954848</id><published>2009-08-27T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:48:39.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hip hip!</title><content type='html'>"Are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya" my heart sped up a little. We've been talking about getting a new puppy but it was finally real. Our Gauge is gone forever and it's time to pick out a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpXdGUzpj9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/lV4Y4zXps0w/s1600-h/me%2Bcolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374444831070851026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpXdGUzpj9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/lV4Y4zXps0w/s320/me%2Bcolt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Okay! So here are the 8 males." she said&lt;br /&gt;Sigh they're all so adorable! How am I ever going to decide?&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, one is missing. There's only 7 puppies here."&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of a search, we found the missing pup. Wedged in between the food bowl and the fence. His full belly caused him to waddle. He looked like a bull rider. I was smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpX-lwdF1TI/AAAAAAAAAag/FzFA63Awbbo/s1600-h/DSCF2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374481654952088882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpX-lwdF1TI/AAAAAAAAAag/FzFA63Awbbo/s320/DSCF2499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TUBBY! I WANT THE FAT ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure? I really like this one?" Mountain man was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;"He's liket two times bigger than the rest of the puppies. I LOVE him!"&lt;br /&gt;Our mischievous, chubby little man will come in about a week.&lt;br /&gt;I. can't. wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpX-vJ9tqyI/AAAAAAAAAao/4JPjQegbtCU/s1600-h/DSCF2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374481816418626338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpX-vJ9tqyI/AAAAAAAAAao/4JPjQegbtCU/s320/DSCF2496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;horrible picture, I know but look at his fat gut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ooooh you want more pictures? Okay!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpX-vJ9tqyI/AAAAAAAAAao/4JPjQegbtCU/s1600-h/DSCF2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpX_ip2ElmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/PtfMtOSXVy4/s1600-h/colt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374482701149836898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpX_ip2ElmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/PtfMtOSXVy4/s320/colt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpYB1b8YRHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I9lVxI2w-DM/s1600-h/colerroo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374485222858966130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpYB1b8YRHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I9lVxI2w-DM/s320/colerroo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whatya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3309334216361954848?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3309334216361954848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hip-hip.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3309334216361954848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3309334216361954848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hip-hip.html' title='hip hip!'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpXdGUzpj9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/lV4Y4zXps0w/s72-c/me%2Bcolt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1450348296944550431</id><published>2009-08-26T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:26:25.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ha!</title><content type='html'>I told you Kendahl and I are the same person. We both posted the same video on the &lt;a href="http://stepmomextraordinaire.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-what.html"&gt;birthday post&lt;/a&gt;, unintentionally. Go wish her a happy birthday, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1450348296944550431?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1450348296944550431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1450348296944550431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1450348296944550431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha.html' title='ha!'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3821092179710190507</id><published>2009-08-26T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:20:09.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>uh duh duh</title><content type='html'>Happy Burfday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMvufEegrzg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QMvufEegrzg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sister Kendahl's birthday. Hip hip! I'm so very excited to celebrate with her. I got some awesome presents that I can't wait to give. Seriously, I bought one over two months ago. I got problems. Let's not talk about it. To celebrate her day of coming into the world I'm going to post 25 things that are kick ass about Kendi. Ready? Let's go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; She's my best friend! Seriously! I can talk to Kendahl about AAAAAAAANNNNNNYYYYYYTHING. And I have, I do, quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVq1JXTjJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lzruyWJIpiI/s1600-h/DSCF0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVq1JXTjJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lzruyWJIpiI/s320/DSCF0567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374319191615835282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh she's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; SO&lt;/span&gt; lovely. Nice pickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.When I was blond, we were often mistaken for twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. I used to have my own room at her condo before she got married. I was over there so much that I pretty much just took the spare bedroom over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. When we were little we shared a room. Worst. Decision. EVER Mom and Dad! You see, Kendahl is &lt;del&gt;ocd&lt;/del&gt; &lt;del&gt;crazy&lt;/del&gt; very tidy and I'm a filthy pig of a person. I just hate cleaning! I can't help it! So you put the clean one and the messy one in a room and it's a big problem. The 'rents thought she'd rub off on me, buuut it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. Mountain Man is convinced that we're the same person. We have the same laugh, same inflections in our voice, same sayings, same facial expressions. The first time he met us both together he was frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. She bought me every season of the OC. and we would stay up all night watching every disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;. She's super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVnvVFJZ2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZrnTkwIAyog/s1600-h/kendi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVnvVFJZ2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZrnTkwIAyog/s320/kendi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374315793146799970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ba ha! She hates me right now for posting that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. She likes to do scary things. It stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;. I like to give her nick names, let's list them. Hendle-Ho, Kand-hole, Kendi, Panduuuuh, Ken Doll. The list goes on and on. We're a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVs79Ew6jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ymKaWh5QWMo/s1600-h/ken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVs79Ew6jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ymKaWh5QWMo/s320/ken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374321507599182386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice sunglasses! I never knew you were a HSM fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. She loves the color &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt; even though she's kind of a tom boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;. I always call her a man because she hates shopping and does boy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;. Even though she plays like a boy, she's secretly really girly. She always has her nails done, hair colored and cute, and she wears a lot of pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;. She doens't look like a boy, either. She's like the most beautiful person ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVpj3kbUSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/FYzqzKEUfrc/s1600-h/kb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVpj3kbUSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/FYzqzKEUfrc/s320/kb.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374317795269628194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also hates me for posting this picture&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (which really struggles, sorry!) I had to screen shot it, and then paste and cut and save. Let's just forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://scrapituponline.blogspot.com/"&gt;She's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pomegranateandpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;incredibly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stepmomextraordinaire.blogspot.com/"&gt;talented&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;. She has naturally thick, strawberry blond, curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;. She loves cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVqhIhuBfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nfnUYIcS7JU/s1600-h/cupcakes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVqhIhuBfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nfnUYIcS7JU/s320/cupcakes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374318847793694194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She made these. Cute huh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;. She's deathly afraid needles but has a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;. One time, she tied string around my Barbies necks and then tied them to the ceiling fan and turned it on. I still haven't forgiven her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;. She drives a cool car that has a back up camera and bum air conditioners.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVrvuO1N1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/jlnYDo9G3kc/s1600-h/lexus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVrvuO1N1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/jlnYDo9G3kc/s320/lexus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374320197944817490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;. She's a wonderful mama to a crazy step daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVsJ0Gk6TI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yYDE-_AyVw0/s1600-h/DSCF0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVsJ0Gk6TI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yYDE-_AyVw0/s320/DSCF0574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374320646197406002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family pet, Harley. She's tiny and he's huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;. She loves everything I hate. Metallica, ranch dressing, anything that involves adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;. She loves sharks, penguins, and pandas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVswikgWsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/bvErgmkmYts/s1600-h/shark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVswikgWsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/bvErgmkmYts/s320/shark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374321311505996482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;. She was my maid of honor at my wedding, and I was at hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;. She has a crazy leopard cat that always tries to kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVthtyktVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sdRvDl-lpRk/s1600-h/turbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVthtyktVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sdRvDl-lpRk/s320/turbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374322156331382098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh ya, and he gets in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty much, she's the bomb dot com and I'm the luckiest girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have her as my sister and best friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3821092179710190507?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3821092179710190507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/uh-duh-duh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3821092179710190507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3821092179710190507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/uh-duh-duh.html' title='uh duh duh'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SpVq1JXTjJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lzruyWJIpiI/s72-c/DSCF0567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-2196831344494299356</id><published>2009-08-21T18:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:03:57.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fine</title><content type='html'>you win. I prettied up the blog. Do you like? Is anything hard to read? I know the header is a little difficult, but I don't know if I care any more. Let me know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;c'est la weekend! yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;shelby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-2196831344494299356?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2196831344494299356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/fine.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2196831344494299356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2196831344494299356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/fine.html' title='fine'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-6097861478749349217</id><published>2009-08-17T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:32:04.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hrmph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a cut in my mouth (from me, accidentally biting myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good one&lt;/span&gt;!) and a very large canker sore on my tongue (from too many sour candies) making it very uncomfortable to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprayed my pink body spray on my white shirt, leaving pink polka-dots all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair won't stay in the bun I put it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Man has a root canal tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brakes need to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Alexander, let's get back in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SomMHuVC4XI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QPcwk06dRpw/s1600-h/aatthngvbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SomMHuVC4XI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QPcwk06dRpw/s320/aatthngvbd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978094939300210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any good advice on how to make a canker sore go away? What to feed someone who just had oral surgery? Do you have a case of the Mondays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-6097861478749349217?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6097861478749349217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hrmph.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6097861478749349217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6097861478749349217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hrmph.html' title='hrmph'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SomMHuVC4XI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QPcwk06dRpw/s72-c/aatthngvbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-4379190626209734419</id><published>2009-08-14T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:36:10.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mama!</title><content type='html'>Want to hear one of my favorite memories of my mother dearest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months before my sister's wedding, my mom and I were cleaning the house. We were cleanin', we were jammin', we were havin' a good time and then this song came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's some language, just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1tKH8TQDfA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X1tKH8TQDfA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well imagine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can't help but to hear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words echo off the walls of the house and my darling mother says, "Aww! We should play this at Kendahl's wedding!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still laughing. I love you mama! You're my flavor-flave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the guy's eyes at 1:27 FREAK ME OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-4379190626209734419?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4379190626209734419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/mama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4379190626209734419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4379190626209734419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/mama.html' title='mama!'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7406507079932612890</id><published>2009-08-13T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:00:00.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh la la!</title><content type='html'>Busy Bee Lauren did a post about &lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-2009.html"&gt;schmexy men&lt;/a&gt; and since I'm a big fat copy cat I wanted to play too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I put up my pictures you need to know something about me. I LOVE to laugh. Love it, love it, love it forever and ever amen. If you ever meet me in person, you'll see that I'm a very giggly laugh out loud kind of person. If you can make me laugh you are automatically given a piece of my heart. Mountain Man makes me laugh like nobody has ever been able to and I love him for it! It really is one of my very favorite things about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the following list is going to be a little weird to most of you. But they all have one thing in common. They are FUNNY. Oh so funny! Let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Shia Labeouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSndBF4QfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3y-kvdAEFwI/s1600-h/shia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSndBF4QfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3y-kvdAEFwI/s320/shia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369600772683612658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my Shia! I think you all know about my love for him. He's not super funny but I still love him. A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. Andy Samberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSoePnfwRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/BsTKN82PD4M/s1600-h/andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSoePnfwRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/BsTKN82PD4M/s320/andy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369601893274206482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSolFaeF9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/djQA-EJQTIc/s1600-h/andy_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSolFaeF9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/djQA-EJQTIc/s320/andy_bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369602010794301394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSoxu0sV1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZlkovFwSqro/s1600-h/andy_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSoxu0sV1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZlkovFwSqro/s320/andy_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369602228068570962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love him. I'm crying right now over those last two pictures. The bear is playing with his hair! Oooh golly! Have you seen &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0787475/"&gt;Hot Rod&lt;/a&gt;? Please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. Seth Rogen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSqTGpsBxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7eJtdeoNlVA/s1600-h/sethrogen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSqTGpsBxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7eJtdeoNlVA/s320/sethrogen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369603900912174866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Him+Judd Apatow=my favorite movies ever. Mountain Man feels personally offended by this crush. Still not sure why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. Chuck Bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSuWkm6P0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/sHtG2N9qRGA/s1600-h/chuch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSuWkm6P0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/sHtG2N9qRGA/s320/chuch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369608358539706178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I know that Chuck Bass is a fictional character. Yes, I know his real name is Ed Westwick. But for some reason I only like him in characture. It might be his evil ways, it might be the ridiculous fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Matthew Mcconaughey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSwdfGD3hI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8MeR8YKt0Qo/s1600-h/mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSwdfGD3hI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8MeR8YKt0Qo/s320/mm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369610676342087186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooh baby. I LOVES me some Matthew Mcconaughey. His drawl kills me every. single. time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. Kellan Lutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSxSlkcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/PQ0_KRzYbm8/s1600-h/kl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSxSlkcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/PQ0_KRzYbm8/s320/kl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369611588613194738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confession, when I saw pictures of Kellan Lutz as Emmett in Twilight it made me read the book so I could see the movie with him in it. It wasn't Robert Patterson, Jackson Rathobone or even Taylor Lautner. He's so hot! I can't help it! p.s. Rosalie, he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; monkey man. Ba ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have, blond and hunky and dark and (for the most part) handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Man? Skinny and blond♥&lt;br /&gt;That's okay, I don't look anything close to his get-out-of-marriage-free girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSzDZsuS-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/SLlW14nels8/s1600-h/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSzDZsuS-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/SLlW14nels8/s320/ts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369613526751923170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me? blond and skinny? not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's on your list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7406507079932612890?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7406507079932612890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooh-la-la.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7406507079932612890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7406507079932612890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooh-la-la.html' title='ooh la la!'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SoSndBF4QfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3y-kvdAEFwI/s72-c/shia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-8023762957001535490</id><published>2009-08-05T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:16:41.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an important discussion</title><content type='html'>*Twilight post. Look out!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the clips from Comic-Con for New Moon? I have. Roughly 500 times in fact. I can't help it! I just loves me some Twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://rebeccaleighhall.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca&lt;/a&gt; and I were having a discussion of said clips. In the clip where Bella is riding motorcycles with Jacob, when she falls down and Jacob rushes over to give her his shirt for her bloody head. You know this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z22mgGzorDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z22mgGzorDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know when he takes off his shirt, I TOTALLY &lt;del&gt;drooled&lt;/del&gt; think he takes his shirt off like a stripper. I mean he crosses his arms, grabs it from the bottom and pulls it off. Du-nuh-nuh-nuh-na! HELLO! He's 17! &lt;a href="http://letterstotwilight.wordpress.com/2009/08/05/new-moon-nudity/"&gt;Legal in Georgi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://letterstotwilight.wordpress.com/2009/08/05/new-moon-nudity/"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;. But Summit is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; pimpin' this kid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Becca thinks he takes it off like a normal boy. Apparently, she's the expert de la adolescent boys becoming nekkid :) just kidding. Becca is a sweet temple worthy young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so point is Jacob's shirt-taking-offidge: stripper like or innocent young boy. Please weigh in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please you didn't think I'd forget about my Edward and his painted on abs did you? Here's the other clip&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YY3xrEkuFAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YY3xrEkuFAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're welcome&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-8023762957001535490?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8023762957001535490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/important-discussion.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8023762957001535490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8023762957001535490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/important-discussion.html' title='an important discussion'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-2571178569813078721</id><published>2009-08-04T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:56:00.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I made up a song</title><content type='html'>I said shush Google,&lt;br /&gt;close your browser&lt;br /&gt;do the Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;and look up some booooooooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the tune of this song, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlTE5j7aEf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlTE5j7aEf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm so crazy today. That's what happens when I mix 5 a.m. with candy for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it only Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have YOU made up anything lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-2571178569813078721?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2571178569813078721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-made-up-song.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2571178569813078721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2571178569813078721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-made-up-song.html' title='I made up a song'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1678632906514526999</id><published>2009-07-31T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:05:00.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Miley Cyrus, Max Azria and Wal-Mart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard that you two, Miley and Max (we're on first name basis, didn't you know?), were creating a line for Wal-Mart I thought it sounded like a good idea in theory. But as I've come to expect out of The Walmarts clothing*, would most likely be so full the ugly. But last night as I wandered through my local Wal-Mart** looking for Otter Pops your GIANT sign caught my eye. I figured I'd check out what was sure to be a hideous explosion of horrible clothes. I was, however, pleasantly surprised. Before me were fun shirts like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnOC8_C5KCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OB0JnX2nzAU/s1600-h/mmshirt1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnOC8_C5KCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OB0JnX2nzAU/s320/mmshirt1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364775565355722786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh! and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnODP1ABY-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/4r8NEIQJIKQ/s1600-h/mmshirt2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnODP1ABY-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/4r8NEIQJIKQ/s320/mmshirt2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364775889076839394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnODkOrh8uI/AAAAAAAAAVM/O7hfOf7rC1Y/s1600-h/mmvest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnODkOrh8uI/AAAAAAAAAVM/O7hfOf7rC1Y/s320/mmvest.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364776239567598306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh mama! I've been wanting a vest forever. I'm totally buying this and rocking it with jeans and a tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loving it yet? I totally am. Like head over heels write a full blog post about it in love. This next piece is definitely my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnOEY3aCH9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8lcIiZpKD3o/s1600-h/mmblouse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnOEY3aCH9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8lcIiZpKD3o/s320/mmblouse.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364777143853260754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um hi? What the heck? This is so effing cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the clothes are great, the prices put the cherry on top. Nothing posted above is more than $15. FIFTEEN DOLLARS! Are you kidding me? Me+Miley+Max+Wally=Best Friends Forever. There are way more shirts and skirts and leggins and such in the store. I may stalk all the Wal-Marts in my area to make sure I pick up every cute article of clothing they've got to offer. Check out some more stuff &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/catalog.gsp?cat=1053859"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever been to Wal-Mart at midnight? I saw no less than 3 people missing front teeth.&lt;br /&gt;**I know that on ocassion you can find cute things, I have in the past. Buutttt let's be honest it's once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1678632906514526999?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1678632906514526999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1678632906514526999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1678632906514526999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter.html' title='a letter'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SnOC8_C5KCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OB0JnX2nzAU/s72-c/mmshirt1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-495316272749458131</id><published>2009-07-27T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:00:02.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>Aisle 5, Super Target, Orem, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Man, "Okay, your decison, a puppy or a baby?"&lt;br /&gt;Shelby *hesitation* "Mmmmm...a puppy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Man, "Oh good I'm so glad you picked that. If you would have picked baby I would have had a heart attack."&lt;br /&gt;Shelby, "(big belly laughs) me too!"&lt;br /&gt;*Que stares from other aisle 5 occupants in The Terget.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter sweet time of a bringing home a new puppy has arrived. My Gaugey baby is now residing in puppy dog heaven. We all miss him so so much. It's hard to think that our Gauge will never be around again. Never lick me in the face in the mornings to wake me up, to paw me when he wasn't being pet enough, to sloppily run to the gate when we get home. It's so empty around our house without him. But, although I'm not quite ready for it to, life goes on. And Ruger needs to puppy to harass her to keep her fat A from getting fatter. We've got our eye on one but I'm a big believer in jinxing things so I'm keeping it a secret for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to the lost pairs of shoes due to puppy chewing, the carpet cleaning after messes, and my MOST.FAVORITE. OF. ALL! That oh so lovely puppy smell. Can you tell I'm joking? Having a puppy is so much work, and I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you to all of you who left me nice comments on my blog, and my awesome family who have cried right along with me, to my worker friends who let me have a whole day off and let me know they were here for me, for my amazing husband who has loved me when my tears seemed like they would never stop. I am so blessed to have all of you in my life. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-495316272749458131?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/495316272749458131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/end.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/495316272749458131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/495316272749458131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7294055909027574542</id><published>2009-07-08T08:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:57:01.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>Head this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjJwqDa1QVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjJwqDa1QVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Z6P2TUxoWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Z6P2TUxoWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consecutively this morning. It's going to be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7294055909027574542?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7294055909027574542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7294055909027574542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7294055909027574542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah!'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-4004971737126262888</id><published>2009-07-07T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:06:04.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>don't leave me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2otXK54z7x4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2otXK54z7x4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Any body still here? Did you notice that I was gone? Did you miss me? I didn't think so. I'm back for now, I can't grantee that I'll be back for long or that these posts will be any good. But Kendahl tagged me like 40 years ago and I forgot to fill it out. So here you go Kand-Hole (no you can not call her that. Only I can. It's a right I get for being a little sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleep (apparently the 12+ hours I got on Sunday wasn't enough)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kendahl's birthday. I have the BEST. PRESENT.EVER. for her&lt;br /&gt;3. driving on our driveway. We just poured cement so it's street parking for us.&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting our pictures back from Rauqel. Here's a sneak peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlNxhMpw2HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uvfQwNa_ZZc/s1600-h/gauge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlNxhMpw2HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uvfQwNa_ZZc/s320/gauge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355749197019666546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. fishing&lt;br /&gt;6. tan skin&lt;br /&gt;7. dinner tonight at Red Robin with the girls&lt;br /&gt;8. my next birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I DID YESTERDAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. did a little worky work&lt;br /&gt;2. watched Gossip Girl. Oh my Blair+Chuck I can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlNwzSb4imI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F1QQ-khzlxA/s1600-h/gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlNwzSb4imI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F1QQ-khzlxA/s320/gg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355748408298080866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. made diy &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ghetto)&lt;/span&gt; Oreo ice cream &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mashed up Oreo's and put them in my ice cream. Tasty!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. read Harry Potter, got scared and put it away. Seriously! I'm on book 5 and those soul sucker things freak me right out. I'm a child, okay?&lt;br /&gt;5. went to &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/72441/saturday-night-live-target"&gt;Terge&lt;/a&gt;t with Becca&lt;br /&gt;6.vacuumed my house, only for it to be ruined by the shedding dogs rolling all over the carpet. You couldn't even tell I vacuumed. Daggumit!&lt;br /&gt;7. watched He's Just Not That Into You (what did y'all think of this movie?)&lt;br /&gt;8. sat on my behind. Lazy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I WISH I COULD DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. drive on the freeway. I freak out. You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;2. make good sugar cookies&lt;br /&gt;3. make Gauge all better&lt;br /&gt;4. run more&lt;br /&gt;5. plant more plants in the garden&lt;br /&gt;6. organize my scrapbook closet&lt;br /&gt;7. work full time on p&amp;amp;p&lt;br /&gt;8. move to a small town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 SHOWS I WATCH:&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch TV regularly but these are shows I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1. Gossip Girl (I do watch this regularly becauseI have season 1, getting season 2 soooooon)&lt;br /&gt;2. 90210&lt;br /&gt;3. House&lt;br /&gt;4. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;5. Wipe Out&lt;br /&gt;6. Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives&lt;br /&gt;7. Good Eats&lt;br /&gt;8. So you think you can dance&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! Can I put a show on here that doesn't exist any more? The OC! Anyone who knows me knows my undying love for this show. Ryan Atwood was my one true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN48bQ0e6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hRlKLj2wPUU/s1600-h/theoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN48bQ0e6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hRlKLj2wPUU/s320/theoc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757361379441570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 FAVORITE FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;1. anything with Alfredo sauce. Dear sweet Georgia Brown I love the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;2. pizza with cheese and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;3. Ice Cream (cake batter with raspberries and blackberries from Coldstone OR Key Lime with gram cracker crumbs from Maggie Moo's)&lt;br /&gt;4. Meal-In-One/ Shepard's Pie/ Hot dog casserole (sounds disgusting-- best food ever)/ Pretty much anything my Mama makes&lt;br /&gt;5. Lemon Bars&lt;br /&gt;6. Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;7. This daggum cupcake from Sweet Tooth Fairy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN324aaWZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BDuv70IRrY0/s1600-h/vaNIElla+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN324aaWZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BDuv70IRrY0/s320/vaNIElla+cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756166613457298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kendahl took me the other day to support &lt;a href="http://thesweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupcake-named-in-honor-of-stephanie.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. They are so good! SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;8. PB&amp;amp;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 PLACES I’D LIKE TO TRAVEL:&lt;br /&gt;1. Alaska&lt;br /&gt;2. The South--I'm a Southern girl at heart&lt;br /&gt;3. Cabo--Mommsie and Popsickle (10 bonus points if you know what that ((mommsie and popsickle)) is from) can I use the condo? Pretty please!?&lt;br /&gt;4. Paris&lt;br /&gt;5. New York--3rd times the charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN9C_TI20I/AAAAAAAAAUk/5HewjGINhV8/s1600-h/centralpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN9C_TI20I/AAAAAAAAAUk/5HewjGINhV8/s320/centralpark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355761872178568002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN9M00VyiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UErtlaY3gpM/s1600-h/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN9M00VyiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UErtlaY3gpM/s320/subway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355762041163729442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN9Rhd3OLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T35w57CCDEs/s1600-h/cp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlN9Rhd3OLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T35w57CCDEs/s320/cp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355762121868523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Disney World--I'm a BIG Disney dork&lt;br /&gt;7. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;8. There's a town named Shelby, in a county with the same name as Mountain Man, make sense? so it's Shelby, MountainManname County, State. We totally want to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 PEOPLE I’VE TAGGED:&lt;br /&gt;1. umm Kendahl stole all my bloggy friends so I have nobody to tag&lt;br /&gt;2. Let's go with...&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://jenn2n.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. and&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://whitneyjohnson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whitney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. and&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://brandaleeb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. and&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://zijafreaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. and&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://annban10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ann Marie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like when I give and a number so it looks like I tagged a lot of people?Freak-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is all over the place and I apologize. Thanks for stickin' it out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-4004971737126262888?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4004971737126262888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4004971737126262888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4004971737126262888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-leave-me.html' title='don&apos;t leave me'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SlNxhMpw2HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uvfQwNa_ZZc/s72-c/gauge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-2880403900011608629</id><published>2009-06-24T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:09:28.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>We found out yesterday that our Gaguey dog is sick, very sick. He has lung cancer and we're not sure how long he's going to be around. I'm going to be absent 'round these parts for a little while. If I don't comment on your post it's not because I hate you, it's just because I'm sad and don't care about much anything other than being with my pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;br /&gt;Shelby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-2880403900011608629?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2880403900011608629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleh.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2880403900011608629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2880403900011608629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-5052608506547958211</id><published>2009-06-18T09:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:39:02.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>double dutch, double dutch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In order for this blog post to be funny at all, you have to watch this video. I'll wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/gAGMFJSdvBrsh7s31Pyqvw"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/gAGMFJSdvBrsh7s31Pyqvw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, ya? Very very funny. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you out of your mother lovin',dope smoking, hippie mind?" "I am. Berry effin' Gibb!" "What am I the Sham-Wow guy?"&lt;/span&gt; oh goll I love it so much. I'm a big movie/ TV/ anything anybody else says that's funny quoter and I've been qutoting this episode since it first aried. If you're in need of a smile go back and watch all the segments with Justin Timerlake in them. They're awesome. I'm getting off topic though, so let's rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother Kaden is probably one of the funniest people I know. He's almost 15 and cracks me up. Pretty muchI love his guts. On Tuesday he came over to play Mario Kart Wii with me and after a couple hours of unlocking levels and almost half a pan of brownies we were a little crazy (crazier than I normally am and if you've ever met me in person, you know that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; crazy) we decided the best plan of action was to create random Wii charactures. But not just any Wii charactures, we wanted Barry Gibb. Barry effin Gibb. Whattya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrIRVLIWyI/AAAAAAAAATU/wZzvM7IOnWI/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrIRVLIWyI/AAAAAAAAATU/wZzvM7IOnWI/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348807707523046178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nonsense continued the more brownies we ate and soda we consumed. (Dr. Pepper for him, Sprite for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's time for a game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put up the Wii characture and you tell me who you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrK85IXWAI/AAAAAAAAATc/ef1hhhPbZlY/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrK85IXWAI/AAAAAAAAATc/ef1hhhPbZlY/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348810654932752386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He  likes to put inappropriate things in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrLWKo-j7I/AAAAAAAAATk/i_XCuScad88/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrLWKo-j7I/AAAAAAAAATk/i_XCuScad88/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348811089129672626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Billy Jean is NOT his lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrLwiVCDRI/AAAAAAAAATs/Hr--c0_qmKo/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrLwiVCDRI/AAAAAAAAATs/Hr--c0_qmKo/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348811542165064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But what if he is the bad guy?&lt;br /&gt;*I'm &lt;a href="http://letterstotwilight.wordpress.com/"&gt;second hand embarrassed&lt;/a&gt; for this one, and I made it. I think that makes me first hand embarrassed?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrMdqJ9WTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/EWEDRW-y2pE/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrMdqJ9WTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/EWEDRW-y2pE/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348812317360216370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Expeliomous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrNc1CVMTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/S8rsMDDty_g/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrNc1CVMTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/S8rsMDDty_g/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348813402612773170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slytherin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANSWERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a:Andy Samberg&lt;br /&gt;b:Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;c:Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;d:Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;e:Severus Snape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did you do? Any other funny characters we should make on the Wii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-5052608506547958211?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5052608506547958211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/double-dutch-double-dutch.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5052608506547958211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5052608506547958211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/double-dutch-double-dutch.html' title='double dutch, double dutch'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjrIRVLIWyI/AAAAAAAAATU/wZzvM7IOnWI/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-6032451233529203090</id><published>2009-06-17T08:55:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:50:22.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here I go again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...on my own, going down the only road I've ever known"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oohFGOmcxuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oohFGOmcxuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love butt rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your suggestions and encouragement. I'll keep blogging if you'll keep reading. Deal? Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shenanigans for this week so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; My Shia made People's Hottest Bachelor's of 2009 list. I love him, have loved him since Even Stevens, and will continue to love through his perv-stache sporting, hot mess days.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sjkcj25R7MI/AAAAAAAAATE/G6rQxwXIey4/s1600-h/shia-labeouf-mug-shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sjkcj25R7MI/AAAAAAAAATE/G6rQxwXIey4/s320/shia-labeouf-mug-shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348337434835938498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mug shot time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjkdGCcIXhI/AAAAAAAAATM/1R_eKYV_rsI/s1600-h/shia-lebeouf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SjkdGCcIXhI/AAAAAAAAATM/1R_eKYV_rsI/s320/shia-lebeouf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348338022050455058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear sweet Georgia Brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Guilty pleasure/confession: I LOVE rap/ hip hip. Lovelovelove it. My radio presets? Country aaaaand hip hop. So random. There's a song that has lyrics that says, "Uh-oh uh-oh [bad word] hoppin' in my Tahoe". I've been waiting for it to come on so I can jam out like the white girl that I am. This morning the clouds parted and I totally rocked out. Why was I waiting for it to come on...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Because I got a Tahoe! Woohoo! I love it more than Mountain Man loves camo. It's pretty and pretty and pretty and it has XM radio. Totally fits my requirements. I was so excited for that hoppin in my Tahoe song because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wanted to be hoppin in my Tahoe. me=big nerd but it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; The great backgroud debate. I for one like the simplicity of my blog. It doesn't hurt you eyes when you read it, there isn't crap all over the sceen and it's not obnoxious. If a blog has too bright of colors, or a crazy font or a backgroud with too much going on, I won't read it. End of story. I do understand, however that this blog is a tinsy bit boring. To background or no? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;Talk like a pirate day isn't until until September 19th, but today I'm apperntly celebrating a little early. While out to get drinks at lunch I swore appromimatly 80124576161 times in about 10 minues. For cereal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;While Becca and I sat in the car waiting for Carmen to get her beverage we witnessed this little gem: woman walks from gas station door to silver car --&gt; stands by silver car --&gt; goes from drivers side of silver car to passenger side of silver car --&gt; turns around and gets into gold car parked next to silver car. SHE TRIED TO GET INTO THE WRONG CAR! Apparently girlfriend got her metallics wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I finally got a new email address. If any of you want to email me it's littlemssassyshelby at gmail dot com. I don't know why people spell it out like that but I wanted to be cool so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theend.&lt;br /&gt;what are you people up to this week so far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-6032451233529203090?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6032451233529203090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-go-again.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6032451233529203090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6032451233529203090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-go-again.html' title='here I go again...'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sjkcj25R7MI/AAAAAAAAATE/G6rQxwXIey4/s72-c/shia-labeouf-mug-shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3866745518750676592</id><published>2009-06-16T12:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:44:46.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>First order of business, would any of you feel offended if I deleted that little followers box on the right  side of the screen? I like when you guys follow me (that means you like me, right?) but I feel like it's weird. I don't know why, just do. Maybe because I don't know what it's for? Is it important? Fill me in or it's gettin' the ax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: I'm sort of not feeling this blog lately. I don't feel like I'm interesting enough to stick to one subject for an entire blog post. Would it be to copy cat of &lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/what.html"&gt;Busy Bee Lauren&lt;/a&gt; to just write little thoughts of random things that happen/ make me happy, similar to her What's Lauren Happy about posts? I already feel like a fake because I call Mountain Man Moutain Man because it's similar to Marlboro Man from Pioneer Woman. Really though what do you think? I want to be original. Me+copy cat=no bueno. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: Sorry for being Debby Downer lately. Obnoxious much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3866745518750676592?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3866745518750676592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/ch-ch-changes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3866745518750676592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3866745518750676592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/ch-ch-changes.html' title='ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-300695125446893648</id><published>2009-06-11T17:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:15:00.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got the rage'/><title type='text'>the angries, they're here</title><content type='html'>Dear DVDs with the clips on the side that you have to snap open to open the DVD case to get the disk out:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOUR STINKIN GUTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;name that movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Mountain Man and I have a horrible habit of taking the disk out of the player and stacking it on top of the player/ other disks/ whatever space we can find for it. One night I was cleaning the house (SHOCKER! I know) and decided to clean up the mess. It was all running as planned until I came across you little you, you devil clippies on the side that I have to snap open. You see, I would have to snap you open, check to see if there is a DVD in there, find the DVD and snap you shut. And sometimes I would forget that I checked you and have to do the process over again. You make me sick. Why can't I just be lazy and open the DVD case? I'm American I love the lazy! Sometimes Mountain Man rips you off and throws you away. But then there's a gaping hole where the tab used to be. It's nonsense I tell you. NON SENSE ya hear? Please stop being manufactured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred forever and ever,&lt;br /&gt;Shelby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear people who read other peoples blogs and leave mean comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the H E DOUBLE? If you don't like the blog click that little red X. Right over there, in the right hand corner next to the box in the other box in the other box and the line thingy. Yep! Riiiggtttt there. Good job little buckaroo! Seriously though, stop being ridiculous. If you don't like the blog then go away. Let it be. You will not be missed. Whattya have to be rude for anyhow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Sick of your crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear people who are watering their lawn after it rains all day long, while it rains, or in the heat of the afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Welcome to Utah! I don't know if you know this or not buuuut it's a desert. No not a dessert dum-dum a desert like with no water and stuff. Isn't it great how you're wasting our precious resource!? Oh ya so so fun. Because having the lake drained makes people happy! Or not. We're getting so much rain why don't you turn off the sprinklers? Let Mother Nature take care of your yard. It will make your water bill go down. Ain't that sumthin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;sorry I got fiesty but I like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys still love me even when I turn into She-Hulk. Is anything giving you guys the rage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-300695125446893648?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/300695125446893648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/angries-theyre-here.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/300695125446893648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/300695125446893648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/angries-theyre-here.html' title='the angries, they&apos;re here'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-121078698715606948</id><published>2009-06-09T11:59:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:38:05.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One year ago (6/7/08) I became a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si75-y_WjQI/AAAAAAAAARc/4krgUr8NnMQ/s1600-h/1175016417_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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With a man who I love so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si76ZE64IQI/AAAAAAAAARk/zo26hfoQkJI/s1600-h/m_ab8e05c9092cd42bb8593d8a12528ceb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si76ZE64IQI/AAAAAAAAARk/zo26hfoQkJI/s200/m_ab8e05c9092cd42bb8593d8a12528ceb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345485116459720962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if we married young you know we'd only become more in love, over the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si76s5cyeyI/AAAAAAAAARs/sPyunuDjegY/s1600-h/m_9439df007f73490935474a05127c3f75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si76s5cyeyI/AAAAAAAAARs/sPyunuDjegY/s200/m_9439df007f73490935474a05127c3f75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345485456978115362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will, hang your clothes out on the line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si77AaphyDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Zslvls5R5ps/s1600-h/m_bce4bb48acf7049b7a393bc13b0586ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si77AaphyDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Zslvls5R5ps/s200/m_bce4bb48acf7049b7a393bc13b0586ce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345485792307431474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will, tighten up your tie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si77VJf9xSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/J63s7aslV6s/s1600-h/m_4b26804f460641165ded9cbc2e5a1aa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si77VJf9xSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/J63s7aslV6s/s200/m_4b26804f460641165ded9cbc2e5a1aa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345486148481172770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I will kiss you goodbye and send out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si77jRwg-sI/AAAAAAAAASE/L9V9KA2IJvw/s1600-h/m_473c63b084d87abaa87c37391548b001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si77jRwg-sI/AAAAAAAAASE/L9V9KA2IJvw/s200/m_473c63b084d87abaa87c37391548b001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345486391216241346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at me, I'm the simple one again,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si773BPX7YI/AAAAAAAAASM/Y8vKTj7JtK8/s1600-h/m_7e2893a2f3bb1f84d13efc01ce259938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si773BPX7YI/AAAAAAAAASM/Y8vKTj7JtK8/s200/m_7e2893a2f3bb1f84d13efc01ce259938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345486730379652482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness ringing through her ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si78Z6CfWvI/AAAAAAAAASU/73ozEJni26I/s1600-h/m_e3735089a77792e81a36e49277f0f7bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si78Z6CfWvI/AAAAAAAAASU/73ozEJni26I/s200/m_e3735089a77792e81a36e49277f0f7bf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487329741986546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What more could a gal need than a few mouths to feed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si78lGCP9gI/AAAAAAAAASc/XOQeDaFLRt8/s1600-h/m_85919b41acf448468001ac8ce1ba1765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si78lGCP9gI/AAAAAAAAASc/XOQeDaFLRt8/s200/m_85919b41acf448468001ac8ce1ba1765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487521940764162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a man who loves her soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si78tdvFNFI/AAAAAAAAASk/pryVIXiQO8c/s1600-h/m_8e4174e1d2c446ec827dad4682e674e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si78tdvFNFI/AAAAAAAAASk/pryVIXiQO8c/s200/m_8e4174e1d2c446ec827dad4682e674e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487665741771858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will, hang your clothes out on the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si79FaOBLtI/AAAAAAAAASs/wGveQMhFSm8/s1600-h/m_fa9d3afd99464d80abd4f6e54d34d4f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si79FaOBLtI/AAAAAAAAASs/wGveQMhFSm8/s200/m_fa9d3afd99464d80abd4f6e54d34d4f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345488077114650322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will, tighten up your tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si79LfyreQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-Rz1We_4JAs/s1600-h/m_3234234610244d3cb1bf17ef7b2cd518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si79LfyreQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-Rz1We_4JAs/s200/m_3234234610244d3cb1bf17ef7b2cd518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345488181689809154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I will kiss you goodbye and bring you back for more*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married my other half. I could have never asked for a better partner in life. He's everything I'm not. He's patient, loving, a morning person, driven, motivated, extremely hard working, hilarious, clean (I'm such a messy person, he's the one that cleans the house) he's everything! Everything I could have ever imagined in a husband is build right into my Mountan Man. I'm so very lucky to have him and probably don't tell him enough. I love you husband and can't wait for the rest of our life!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lyrics from a song called Wedding One by Rebekah Higgs.It's amazing but very unknown. I had to listen to the song and type the lyrics myself because I couldn't find them online (ghetto). You can listen to it &lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/rebekah-higgs/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you so choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sorry for this cheese-tastic, gag inducing post. But he's my husband and I love him very much. Plus it's my blog so I'll blog whatever the junk I want. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***These pictures belong to me and &lt;a href="http://raquelallenphotography.com/"&gt;Raquel Allen Photography&lt;/a&gt;. Be a good person and don't steal any of them mmkay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-121078698715606948?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/121078698715606948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/121078698715606948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/121078698715606948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Si75-y_WjQI/AAAAAAAAARc/4krgUr8NnMQ/s72-c/1175016417_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1142672750928971492</id><published>2009-06-05T18:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:19:58.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey y'all</title><content type='html'>ya, I said y'all. Sometimes I'm country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your birthday well wishes. They were great and made my day that much more special. The whole day was so amazing. Really, my heart was swelling with love. I'll post pictures and fun stuff like that Monday. But now I'm off for a birthday/ anniversary weekend in Bear Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooches&lt;br /&gt;shelby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1142672750928971492?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1142672750928971492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-yall.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1142672750928971492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1142672750928971492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-yall.html' title='Hey y&apos;all'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3011353842870522046</id><published>2009-06-02T10:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:34:59.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can I get a woot woot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, a woot woot. With the T and everything because I'm a white girl. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's almost my birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes! I love &lt;/span&gt;my birthday. I don't know why you wouldn't? Anything that involves my family, food, cake and presents is a-okay with me. I have no idea what's going on tomorrow because Mountain Man is taking care of it which makes it much more exciting. I've always wanted a surprise party and this is probably as close as I'll ever get. In case any of  you want to gift your bloggy friend a gift things I've been oogling are listed neatly below. I love lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiVwRrJ81WI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dB2YQ56EPFM/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiVwRrJ81WI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dB2YQ56EPFM/s200/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342799981889508706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pair of &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;Tom's shoes&lt;/a&gt;. I like these navy canvas ones or the ones with the anchors on them or the stripey ones or the tiedye ones or just all of them. Size seven and a half please! These shoes give me the warm fuzzies because for every pair purchased they donate another pair to a child in need. Isn't that awesome!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiVxorB5TuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PXU3SJKhQjg/s1600-h/keylimesoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiVxorB5TuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PXU3SJKhQjg/s200/keylimesoda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342801476504342242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pack of Stewart's Key Lime soda &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pic from&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3160/2317806002_490f4c6a0a.jpg"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;+vanilla ice cream=key lime floats=one happy happy Shelby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiV0ueGG18I/AAAAAAAAARE/rTxXQ90fPl4/s1600-h/oreo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiV0ueGG18I/AAAAAAAAARE/rTxXQ90fPl4/s200/oreo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342804874646443970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home made treats from Dippidee, specifically the homemade Oreos. My heart just skipped a beat a little seeing these&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pic from their &lt;a href="http://dippidee.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pearl necklace that has a little charm on it. Worst description ever, I know. I saw some at the craft fair we were in a little bit ago and again at Busy Biddy on Saturday and I can't stop thinking about them. I want one SO BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiV2nYgUaUI/AAAAAAAAARM/w90o9kMwJQU/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiV2nYgUaUI/AAAAAAAAARM/w90o9kMwJQU/s200/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342806951909943618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm STILL obsessing over this swim top. Donations accepted to the "Shelby has like 40 swimsuits already but wants this anyway" fund. Thanks! You're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing, if someone could come do my laundry that would be so so so great. My pile is HUGE! Mountain Man has a pile that consists of one laundry basket full and mine is much bigger. So big that I'm embarrassed and I'm not going to tell you guys. I wash the clothes I wear on a regular basis, but clothes that get only get use a couple times a month don't get washed until I decide to wear them. Yikes! I have a lot of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW that's a list compiled of food and clothing. Sounds about right. Do I really want people/ bloggy friends/ family to buy me all that stuff? H no! Do I want cake and ice cream? H ya. I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3011353842870522046?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3011353842870522046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-i-get-woot-woot.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3011353842870522046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3011353842870522046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-i-get-woot-woot.html' title='can I get a woot woot?'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SiVwRrJ81WI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dB2YQ56EPFM/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7682915087596699502</id><published>2009-05-28T11:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:15:39.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tidbits.</title><content type='html'>...like the pineapple! Sometimes when I'm too lazy to write full, complete blog posts I do tidbits. Today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Victora's Secret catalog comes to the Mylastname Family. Family? Really? Because those hands covering her ta-tas are SOOOOO family appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yesterday while running errands at lunch, I saw a man on a Harley smoking a cigar. It was like the manliest thing I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speaking of manly men, today while driving to work I saw a man with a mullet. But not just your everyday business in front party in the back kind of mullet. The business was actually 80s 4 inch off your forehead bangs and the party was in a ponytail, tucked up into a bun. He may or may not have been Becca's EC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My birthday/ anniversary/ mini vacation are coming up and I could not be more excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We're prepping for concrete tonight and getting it poured tomorrow at 6 am. Yay for driveways and YAY for husbands taking care of it all. Thanks sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The grass I planted is growing, my plants I planted in my garden are not dying and the peonies are blooming. What a beautiful time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My mom made Coca-Cola cake and sent me home with some. It's like the best chocolate cake you've ever had times 1,000,000. It'd share with you but this is the internet and it doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything random happening with any of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7682915087596699502?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7682915087596699502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/tidbits.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7682915087596699502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7682915087596699502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/tidbits.html' title='tidbits.'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-2609119592359508000</id><published>2009-05-25T17:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:00:00.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mi familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you itchin to know what we look like? You're in luck! Picture overload coming your way. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please keep all hands, feet, tentacles (idk) and other objects inside the ride at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOPoX35jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qDC2jsZrS_g/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOPoX35jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qDC2jsZrS_g/s200/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325522221063988786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me, us, we! Do you like Mountain Man's plaid shirt and camo hat? He dresses himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegNp4qbwTI/AAAAAAAAANY/EGYDKCjeDHk/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegNp4qbwTI/AAAAAAAAANY/EGYDKCjeDHk/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325521572601774386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classic example of the 5 head. You know, where you can fit 5 fingers on your forehead instead of the usual 4? Oh ya that's me. That baby is HUGE. Look at Mountain Man's loooong hair and blue eyes.................oh sorry I was drooling *wipes drool off face*. I hope someday we have babies with those blue eyes. They're uh-maze-ing!&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ssnyder/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/ShcufUTlaAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_-wzMe-vWnk/s1600-h/engagey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/ShcufUTlaAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_-wzMe-vWnk/s200/engagey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338786998832687106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite favorite favorite picture of us. I stole it off &lt;a href="http://raquelsphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raquel's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's amazing, this picture is amazing, everything is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegNzlBTODI/AAAAAAAAANo/-BVj96SW3OM/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegNzlBTODI/AAAAAAAAANo/-BVj96SW3OM/s200/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325521739127666738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;short hair (me). so unfortunate(me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOKxhL3eI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NVZkAzGcVVo/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOKxhL3eI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NVZkAzGcVVo/s200/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325522137619619298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dogs. little one=Ruger, 10 years old big one=Gauge 1.3 years old (please pretend like my house in clean in the background)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegNt6lqhyI/AAAAAAAAANg/EsKAx8mIZJk/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegNt6lqhyI/AAAAAAAAANg/EsKAx8mIZJk/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325521641838118690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jowls. they rock my world. (yes it's sideways, yes I'm too lazy to fix it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegNhGD--lI/AAAAAAAAANI/z_9RnQF2E4M/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegNhGD--lI/AAAAAAAAANI/z_9RnQF2E4M/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325521421579778642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she hates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOGDoJRJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fW6OIIHrzyw/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOGDoJRJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fW6OIIHrzyw/s200/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325522056581301394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he loves me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegN30FL8uI/AAAAAAAAANw/np0tm8Opx40/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegN30FL8uI/AAAAAAAAANw/np0tm8Opx40/s200/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325521811889976034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and pumpkin guts and camo vest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOB6ERecI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PPWeXCu13A0/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOB6ERecI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PPWeXCu13A0/s200/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325521985295448514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ssnyder/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are SO that lame couple who is obsessed with their dogs. Specifically Gauge. He sleeps in bed with us. Wakes us up on the morning. Rules. Our. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this concludes our tour good bye now, good bye, good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any questions/ comments/ never want to hear about my stupid dog again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-2609119592359508000?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2609119592359508000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-familia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2609119592359508000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2609119592359508000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-familia.html' title='mi familia'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegOPoX35jI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qDC2jsZrS_g/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7647749723263504104</id><published>2009-05-18T10:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:43:30.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why I love Google</title><content type='html'>I Google mapped how to get from my house (UT) to Hawaii and this is what Google told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/ShGO4COSydI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8pBK6VuQeGQ/s1600-h/hawaii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/ShGO4COSydI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8pBK6VuQeGQ/s200/hawaii.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204126731389394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's so funny? Here let me help you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/ShGPr3StlTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ju9QIdLdHWY/s1600-h/baha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/ShGPr3StlTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ju9QIdLdHWY/s400/baha.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337205017150330162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Google wants me to kayak across the Pacific Ocean. Ha ha ha! That's so awesome. Thank you Google for making my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7647749723263504104?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7647749723263504104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-love-google.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7647749723263504104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7647749723263504104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-love-google.html' title='why I love Google'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/ShGO4COSydI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8pBK6VuQeGQ/s72-c/hawaii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-557636328508421571</id><published>2009-05-15T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:55:00.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lifestyle switcharoo #1</title><content type='html'>Have you heard those cute sayings people say to generalized weight gain in big times of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The freshmen 15? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The newlywed 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cute right? Except for when it happens to you. Mix &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The newlywed 10 &lt;/span&gt;with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the BCP and you get The newlywed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;Oh so lovely! Now, I'm not over weight, technically I'm right where I should be. But, I do not feel comfortable with my body and have become very self conscious. No bueno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lifestyle switcharoo is all about gaining my confidence back and feeling healthy. It's not about loosing weight or looking good for my husband. It's about me and how I feel about myself. I just want to feel like me again. Not me plus a muffin top over my jeans and Church Lady arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At beginning of this week, I started trying to fix the damage. I've been eating healthier and tried to exercise but have been pretty busy. Baby steps though, right? I've tried to incorporate protein (a BIG step for this carb lover) into my diet and am trying to eat more fresh foods. I have a big problem though, more than I love my Carbs I love treats. Cupcakes, lemon bars, ice cream allllll of it. I have a sweet tooth half the size of my head. I've been trying really hard to only have one treat a day. I tell myself that if I am good all day then late at night Mountain Man and I can share a bowl of ice cream. I'm doing good but it's still so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of y'all have any tips on how to make that darn sweet tooth shrink? Or easy ways to eat healthy? Any advice is welcome with open arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-557636328508421571?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/557636328508421571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifestyle-switcharoo-1.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/557636328508421571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/557636328508421571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifestyle-switcharoo-1.html' title='lifestyle switcharoo #1'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-7648273344410656629</id><published>2009-05-15T11:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:47:24.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh jeepers!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite UT blogs is having an awesome giveaway. They're giving away super cute swimsuits. I hope I win. I want &lt;a href="http://www.blendfashions.com/Products/Aubry-Tankini__1425.aspx"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; bad! Go check it out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sweetlifeinthevalley.com/2009/05/fun-free-fridays-giveaway-swim-fashions.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-7648273344410656629?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7648273344410656629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-jeepers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7648273344410656629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/7648273344410656629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-jeepers.html' title='Oh jeepers!'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-2314923903216231090</id><published>2009-05-14T09:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:32:41.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Mormon shorts*</title><content type='html'>Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. HEY! That song is by the Beatles. I didn't know that. I thought I hated The Beatles? Oh well back to the subject. I need some help, friends. I need Mormon shorts. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. I need mid-rise, knee length shorts. Where do I find me some of these babies? It's VERY VERY important that they be mid rise, by the way. Because although I am a young girl I don't like when I bend over and my crack hangs out. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SICK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why pants makers think that every young girl wants the world to see her bum. I'll keep it tucked away thankyouverymuch. Any suggestions for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm sorry if I've offended you with my subject. I say it with love. Please don't hate me. :)&lt;br /&gt;**I'm also sorry that this post is kind of all over the place. I don't function well on anything less than 10 hours of sleep. Lets just say the quota hasn't been filled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-2314923903216231090?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2314923903216231090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/operation-mormon-shorts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2314923903216231090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/2314923903216231090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/operation-mormon-shorts.html' title='Operation Mormon shorts*'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-4351112703024942351</id><published>2009-05-12T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:53:51.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shabby but not not so chic</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that my Mountain Man has started to look rather shabby and not in a chic way. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;get it? shabby chic? oh I'm awesome.&lt;/span&gt; Let's paint a picture for you. Mountain Man's FAVORITE pair of jeans has a hole about 3 inches in diameter in them. Where is this hole you ask? The knee? Oh no. It's on the butt. He wears these jeans in public. In &lt;u&gt;public&lt;/u&gt;! All the world can practically see his bum! And his t-shirts? Well, they're no better. I don't think Mountain Man has introduced any new shirts into his wardrobe(besides the ones I have purchased him) since we started dating almost 3 years ago. In case you haven't caught on, Mountain Man is a real Mountain Man. It's not just a cute nickname. He loves to hike, hunt, fish, four wheel, anything rough, tough and manly. Mountain Man doesn't exactly pamper his clothes.  So what is a wife to do with such a shabby husband? Why chic him up of course! Today begins the chicifying (in the most manly way, sweetie don't worry) of my Mountain Man. SQUEEE!!! I feel like Glinda in Wicked. "When someone needs a makeover I simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to take over" I'm going shopping tonight. I'll let y'all know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-4351112703024942351?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4351112703024942351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/shabby-but-not-not-so-chic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4351112703024942351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4351112703024942351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/shabby-but-not-not-so-chic.html' title='shabby but not not so chic'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-6214303180331814319</id><published>2009-05-11T18:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:19:16.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>let's discuss...</title><content type='html'>About a week ago I went to see 17 again with my favorite co-workers and can we talk about a few things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. That movie was HILARIOUS! Seriously, Becca and I laughed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOUDLY&lt;/span&gt; the entire movie. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.And this one is important. Where has Zac Efron been all my life and has he always been this hot? Seriously. He's like hot, like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUPER HAWT,&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sgi-44oJ7aI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tnhrGK9djDY/s1600-h/zac_efron_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sgi-44oJ7aI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tnhrGK9djDY/s200/zac_efron_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334723643103112610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why hello Mr. Efron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you have newly discovered infatuation with something/ someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-6214303180331814319?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6214303180331814319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-discuss.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6214303180331814319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6214303180331814319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-discuss.html' title='let&apos;s discuss...'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/Sgi-44oJ7aI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tnhrGK9djDY/s72-c/zac_efron_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1202288853847648173</id><published>2009-05-06T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:21:04.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead yet</title><content type='html'>Just really really busy. I'll post something awesome soon okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tide you over, here's a picture of my Gauge wearing Mountain Man's size 10 (I think) shoes. He's kind of big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SgIbO4quwwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0KXTEjPhbEI/s1600-h/gauge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SgIbO4quwwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0KXTEjPhbEI/s200/gauge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332854851303817986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1202288853847648173?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1202288853847648173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-dead-yet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1202288853847648173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1202288853847648173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead yet'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SgIbO4quwwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0KXTEjPhbEI/s72-c/gauge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-5773098251598143918</id><published>2009-04-22T14:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:48:18.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make my day</title><content type='html'>*I asked Mountain Man if he still finds me attractive when all my makeup is gone and my hair is a mess. He replied, "Are you kidding me? That's the best!" awww...I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Today during lunch Becca, Vanessa (her sister), and I stopped at Red Mango this little frozen yogurt place in Orem next to Noodles. I've never had it before and upon tasting it I exclaimed, "It tastes like yogurt!!! OH! IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FROZEN YOGURT!&lt;/span&gt;" I've always just expected it to taste like ice cream. But it doesn't! I paid $4 dollars for a really cold thing of yogurt. doubleyouteeeff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also, I told them I wanted to go to lunch at noon thirty. And we did. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I subscribed to Glamour way back in March for one dollar and fifty cents {booyah grandma}. For some ridonkulous reason I won't get my first magazine until JUNE. They're refunding me my money for my lost issue which amounts too a whopping 12 cents. Way to go Glamour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Primrose Retreat will now be carrying pomegranate&amp;amp;pink tutus and matching bows. This is probably the most exciting news of all. I'm so proud of Kendahl and all the hard work she does for our business. I'm such a lucky girl to be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A good friend of my is going through IVF right now. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and saying a little prayer that everything works out. Be a pal and send happy thoughts her way. They deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In honor of Earth Day my co-workers and I planted one of our office plants outside. We used an ice cream scoop to dig up the dirt. Let's just hope that the landscapers don't figure out who did and and fire our buns for planting weird plants in their space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I purchased a head band &amp;amp; polkadotted flower clip combo last Friday because I'm obsessed and my total was $6.66 WHAT? I.AM.GOING.TO.DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneynature/earth/?cmp=dmov_dpic_earth_psg_title_earth%20movie"&gt;Disney's new movie Earth&lt;/a&gt; comes out today and for every ticket they sell they will plant a tree. Cool, right? Go see this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Why did I just discover &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? I'm giggling. Like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuhhh ya&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a good day&lt;br /&gt;okbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-5773098251598143918?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5773098251598143918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-make-my-day.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5773098251598143918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5773098251598143918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-make-my-day.html' title='things that make my day'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1388094841000653828</id><published>2009-04-21T17:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:20:08.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>there's something you should know about me...</title><content type='html'>ok so there's a lot you should know about me. BUT this one is important. I have the sense of humor of a 14 year old boy. Don't hate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my delight the other day when I was entering data and found this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegPDHLghVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7F6beqrSjgI/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegPDHLghVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7F6beqrSjgI/s200/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325523105506952530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NAHAHAHAHA! Her last name is Weiner. WEINER! I'm sorry. I'm a bad person. Ms. Weiner, you are awesome. Awesome. Thank you for making my day NO WAIT my LIFE. It would be funny, but not as funny if it weren't for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0KD8GeF39Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0KD8GeF39Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me you don't love Friends. Because we do and if you hate it I'll shun you. Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kind of.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(This says a naughty word, H-E-DOUBLE, in case you're concerned.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1388094841000653828?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1388094841000653828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-something-you-should-know-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1388094841000653828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1388094841000653828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-something-you-should-know-about.html' title='there&apos;s something you should know about me...'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SegPDHLghVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7F6beqrSjgI/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-4352622988313172322</id><published>2009-04-20T14:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:00:00.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Lemon Bistro</title><content type='html'>A little while back my sister and I stopped at the new &lt;a href="http://www.bluelemonutah.com/"&gt;Blue Lemon Bistro&lt;/a&gt; for lunch. It's new in town and we wanted to check it out. Overall it was good. The food was beautiful and the decor matches. It was modern and fresh and I liked it. It's a little pricey, though so don't go if you're feeling thrifty. Kendahl and I got the pulled pork sandwich with sweet potato fries for about $13 dollars. Yikes! That's not including drinks or anything. The sandwich was tasty. I loved the savory and sweet. I wish I could say the same about the fries, however. They left much to be desired. One word, soggy. Ew! The best thing about the fries was the sauce. I could have had that baby in a glass. It was so good. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SefZJlm-26I/AAAAAAAAAM4/T_meYm3Pvpc/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SefZJlm-26I/AAAAAAAAAM4/T_meYm3Pvpc/s200/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325463843126565794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also tried the little bakery that's next to the bistro. Although fun and chipper, the baked goods were not wonderful. Ok, but not OHMYGOODNESSTHISISSOGOOD good. The cream puff was more like a crispy roll with a filling and the cupcake was more like a muffin with frosting, very dense. Kendahl also got a really cute pink sugar cookie mix with a flamingo cookie cutter. I'm pretty jealous&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SefZeF8VEgI/AAAAAAAAANA/lbipCkeR8Q0/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SefZeF8VEgI/AAAAAAAAANA/lbipCkeR8Q0/s200/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325464195403420162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall I would probably give it another chance. Maybe they were still working out some kinks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-4352622988313172322?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4352622988313172322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-lemon-bistro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4352622988313172322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/4352622988313172322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-lemon-bistro.html' title='Blue Lemon Bistro'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SefZJlm-26I/AAAAAAAAAM4/T_meYm3Pvpc/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3600758393282693480</id><published>2009-04-17T12:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:11:21.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooh yeeeaaah</title><content type='html'>I'm in a boutique craft thingamchooha tomorrow with Kendahl and our cute tutus. Come see us if you're in the area or whateve.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SejGFJvQk4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/pLiqZr2MLhk/s1600-h/boutique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SejGFJvQk4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/pLiqZr2MLhk/s200/boutique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325724351181394818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ssnyder/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ssnyder/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3600758393282693480?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3600758393282693480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/oooooh-yeeeaaah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3600758393282693480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3600758393282693480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/oooooh-yeeeaaah.html' title='oooooh yeeeaaah'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SejGFJvQk4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/pLiqZr2MLhk/s72-c/boutique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-8121516341735759232</id><published>2009-04-15T18:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:00:00.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric lovin&apos;'/><title type='text'>simple. sweet. perfect</title><content type='html'>I'm a simple girl. I love my flip flops, t-shirts and jeans best. There is no better meal than peanut butter and jelly or mac 'n cheese both accompanied by Sprite, of course. I don't like to have to figure lyrics out, to find the hidden meaning. I just want them right there for me to understand and love. Maybe that means I'm an unintelligent person? Take it or leave it that's how I am. This song is beautiful. It's from Jake Owen's new cd Easy Does It. I love it! Love him,love his lyrics, his voice, love his face {oooh whoops}&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SeUeRiF1mCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UaEfT-W3QNk/s1600-h/jakeowen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SeUeRiF1mCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UaEfT-W3QNk/s200/jakeowen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324695420993378338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week I'm loving Anything For You &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lyrics from &lt;a href="http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/owen-jake/anything-for-you-26635.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box of sunshine, bottle of rain&lt;br /&gt;Fist full wind from a west Texas plain&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you want it baby that's all you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk the Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;I'd drown in your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Catch a star in a mason jar so you can make your wish&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that maybe baby I'd make it come true&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I live, my religion&lt;br /&gt;The air that I breathe, you are that deep in me&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give you my heart and my soul,&lt;br /&gt;There's no fire I wouldn't walk through&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd call on the nightingale to write you a song&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing you to sleep baby and I'd wake you at dawn&lt;br /&gt;I'd wrap you in sweet dreams the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I live, my religion&lt;br /&gt;The air that I breathe, you are that deep in me&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give you my heart and my soul,&lt;br /&gt;There's no fire I wouldn't walk through&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows of the last sunset&lt;br /&gt;I'd bargain with God and say; take me instead&lt;br /&gt;After all baby its the least I can do&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, right? The best part of it is that he helped co-write it {he helps co-write almost, except for 2, all his songs}. Watch this video, for real he's amazing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;before you click on that link, know that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this is a country song&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry, I forgot to mention it. He's playing the song live, so it's not super country-y but still country. Done rambling here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwaT2M69mD4"&gt;Anything for you-Jake Owen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you tell that I have a huge fatty fatty crush on him? I don't quite know what it is but I like him, like him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-8121516341735759232?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8121516341735759232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-sweet-perfect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8121516341735759232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8121516341735759232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-sweet-perfect.html' title='simple. sweet. perfect'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SeUeRiF1mCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UaEfT-W3QNk/s72-c/jakeowen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-5053710048994740967</id><published>2009-04-14T17:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:32:41.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain</title><content type='html'>today it is rainy and cloudy out. it perfectly fits my mood. sometimes life makes me down and gloomy and the day seems to match. but you know what they say, April showers bring May flowers. here's to hoping tomorrow is a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;shelby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-5053710048994740967?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5053710048994740967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5053710048994740967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5053710048994740967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-rain.html' title='rain rain'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-5187142576565771490</id><published>2009-04-08T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:56:35.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric lovin&apos;'/><title type='text'>la la la</title><content type='html'>I love music! I love the way it makes people feel. I love memories that are associated with certain pieces of music. I love how music can set the tone for a day, or a party. But most of all I love lyrics. The words of a song can evoke so many things. Isn't it wonderful? I've decided that I'm going to start featuring lyrics I'm loving on the blog. Fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I'm loving Morning Lullabies by Ingrid Michaelson. I'm discovering more and more of her music and I am loving it! It's so sweet and simple. Here are the lyrics: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(from &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/ingrid_michaelson_lyrics_15459/slow_the_rain_lyrics_74377/morning_lullabies_lyrics_735597.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i woke up&lt;br /&gt;with your head on my arm&lt;br /&gt;my hand was numb&lt;br /&gt;circulation gone&lt;br /&gt;but i dared not move&lt;br /&gt;the pretty sleeping one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun had painted&lt;br /&gt;patterns on your face&lt;br /&gt;as you breathe sunday air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rode on to my open arms&lt;br /&gt;i became your pillow&lt;br /&gt;you let me smooth your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will sing you morning lullabies&lt;br /&gt;you are beautiful, and peaceful this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you have to close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;on everyone, let me help you,&lt;br /&gt;ill sing you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;with morning lullabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me lie in the curve&lt;br /&gt;of your body tonight&lt;br /&gt;and i will hear you&lt;br /&gt;tumble into sleep&lt;br /&gt;i will watch you heal&lt;br /&gt;i will watch you heal with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will sing you morning lullabies&lt;br /&gt;you are beautiful, and peaceful this way&lt;br /&gt;i know you have to close your eyes on everyone&lt;br /&gt;let me help you, ill sing you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;with morning lullabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you have to close your eyes on everyone&lt;br /&gt;let me help you&lt;br /&gt;ill sing you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;with morning lullabye..bye baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and i will sing you&lt;br /&gt;morning lullabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cute little video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hs5PjSn1-iI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmlDWR1QGuk"&gt;Morning Lullabies-Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-5187142576565771490?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5187142576565771490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-la-la.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5187142576565771490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5187142576565771490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-la-la.html' title='la la la'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-5823965468948688347</id><published>2009-04-07T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:30:00.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Welcome back, Spring. I have missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for the first time in weeks it feels like Spring. WAIT! It doesn't feel like Spring, it is Spring and it is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; lovely. After a long day of data entry and stuffing envelopes this nice day is just what I need. My favorite spring things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*my pink sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdqajmJ8lfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3q88yKrM2F8/s1600-h/spring+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdqajmJ8lfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3q88yKrM2F8/s200/spring+sweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321735846020027890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my matching hair flower my &lt;a href="http://brandaleeb.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt; made me ( I promise these match my sweater, the pictures just don't make it seem like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SduJzubrqzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f8oV696R-Es/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SduJzubrqzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f8oV696R-Es/s200/flowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321998906398845746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*rolling my pants up into above the ankle/ mid calf capris (does any one else do this or is it a Utah thing?)&lt;br /&gt;*the crisp air on my legs&lt;br /&gt;*the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;*the birds chirping&lt;br /&gt;*the almost green grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*being able to be outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm just in love with everything about this season. I wish I could bottle it up and save it for a rainy day. Isn't it perfect? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-5823965468948688347?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5823965468948688347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5823965468948688347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/5823965468948688347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-day.html' title='beautiful day'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdqajmJ8lfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3q88yKrM2F8/s72-c/spring+sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-6891357425479040310</id><published>2009-04-06T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:30:00.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got the rage'/><title type='text'>I got beef</title><content type='html'>Dear Crystal Light On the Go Hydration Lightly Lemon water packets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hate me so much? I purchased you to add a little oomph, a little somethin' somethin' if you will, to my water. But every time I pour your powder into my water, and partake, it's like your tring to hurt me. My poor poor mouth stings, becomes raw, and my throat burns. Sort of like my homegirl Bella in Breaking Dawn*. It really is quite unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I continue to drink you? Because it's better then plain water. Also, because I'm too cheap not to drink you. So if you could, pretty please, be gone. I'm sick of your nonsense. I'll never buy you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Forever.&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Little Ms. Sass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ba ha! Twilight humor. I'm so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-6891357425479040310?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6891357425479040310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-beef.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6891357425479040310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/6891357425479040310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-beef.html' title='I got beef'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-1776201276537755613</id><published>2009-04-03T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:24:41.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, hey, HEY! read this blog post.</title><content type='html'>Me and my sister &lt;a href="http://stepmomextraordinaire.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kendahl&lt;/a&gt; have a business called Pomegranate&amp;amp;Pink. It's super cute, you should drop in for a looksee (there's a link to our Etsy shop on my side bar). We were featured on a website an&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d are doing a give away. Go check us out, yo. http://www.crazibeautiful.com/GettinCrazi/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theendokbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-1776201276537755613?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1776201276537755613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-hey-hey-read-this-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1776201276537755613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/1776201276537755613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-hey-hey-read-this-blog-post.html' title='hey, hey, HEY! read this blog post.'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-3480925770059430125</id><published>2009-03-31T14:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:55:40.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you little stinker</title><content type='html'>Mountain Man is a boy (duh). Being a boy, I think that somewhere written in his DNA is a little note that says, "pull tricks on our wife, she &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;REALLY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; likes it". Except, I don't. I pretty much hate it. Examples of his nonsense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The other day while I was eating my tasty beef stroganoff, I chomped into something crunchy and not only was it crunchy but fruity. SICK!!! Upon further investigation (you don't want to know) I discovered it was a smarty. Ya, a smarty. Don't know what that is? Well I'll show you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdFsYmvq7LI/AAAAAAAAALo/NYalmgMdWFA/s1600-h/smarties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdFsYmvq7LI/AAAAAAAAALo/NYalmgMdWFA/s200/smarties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319151804874419378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of those little sick nasties was in my food. I was not so happy. And Mountain Man? He laughed and laughed. Little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some friends of ours recently had a baby girl. When Mountain Man told me the news, I asked the name. He said they named her Kurio, like Cherrio but with a K. OR like a Curio Cabinet. You know those things you put knickknacks in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdFtH86tKgI/AAAAAAAAALw/ccNu8ufKecc/s1600-h/curio.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdFtH86tKgI/AAAAAAAAALw/ccNu8ufKecc/s200/curio.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319152618280135170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup.  And I believed him. STUPID! She's about two months old now, and I just found out her name is Allina, or Alli for short (which is beautiful, I might add.). Little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When I stand up, he thinks it's funny to pull on my waist band of my pants and slam me back into the couch/ bed/ whatever I'm standing up from. It's quite ridiculous. One night, I had some over sized pajama pants on (don't judge you know you wear them too). I stood up to go get somthing and WHAM! He pulls on the pants. The not so funny thing? He broke the draw string to the pants which was the only thing holding them on my little bottom. I really liked those pants and he ruined them! And I'm STILL pouting. Little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I live with? It's ridonkulous. So friendlies, I want to the prank puller. I want to be the one laughing, if only for this April Fools day. What are some good pranks to pull on my devilish husband?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-3480925770059430125?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3480925770059430125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-little-stinker.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3480925770059430125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/3480925770059430125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-little-stinker.html' title='you little stinker'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdFsYmvq7LI/AAAAAAAAALo/NYalmgMdWFA/s72-c/smarties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-8998500446749766856</id><published>2009-03-30T18:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:44:39.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we talk about something?</title><content type='html'>I may have a problem and I may need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, I fell in love and I fell hard. It's name? Key Lime. It all started out when I picked up my favorite yogurt. Wallaby Organic yogurt it the BOMB. Trust me. It's worth the monies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdFkBhoo4mI/AAAAAAAAALg/ALrRGQwS120/s1600-h/wallaby-yogurt-lowfat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdFkBhoo4mI/AAAAAAAAALg/ALrRGQwS120/s200/wallaby-yogurt-lowfat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319142612272734818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I picked up a fancy flavor called Key Lime. It sounded tasty and more exotic then usual yogurt flavors (no offense blueberry). The next morning at work I busted that bad boy open only to have the rest of my life changed. IT WAS SO GOOD! I mean like those annoying girls on the other yogurt commercials good. So, another day goes by and Mountain Man and I stop by Maggie Moo's, a fun little ice cream joint in American Fork. At first I was tempted by Red Velvet Cake ice cream; but what is that I see out of the corner of my eye? Is that...is that... KEY LIME? KEY LIME ICE CREAM!? HOT DOG! I got a large and mixed in gram cracker crumbs. *wipes slober off of chin* I'm in love. I'M IN LOVE AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT. I even took it into Home Depot with us. It was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good. In the past couple days, I've tried a Key Lime tart, and a Key Lime cupcake. Tasty. However, nothing has compared to my Key Lime ice cream or my Key Lime yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, help an addict out and tell me what other Key Lime treats should I try? I'm itching for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. is Key Lime a proper noun? I'm capitalizing it like it is, but I don't really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-8998500446749766856?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8998500446749766856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-we-talk-about-something.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8998500446749766856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8998500446749766856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-we-talk-about-something.html' title='Can we talk about something?'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SdFkBhoo4mI/AAAAAAAAALg/ALrRGQwS120/s72-c/wallaby-yogurt-lowfat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490820696376009229.post-8193946585542483484</id><published>2009-03-16T20:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:26:37.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>Hi! Welcome welcome. I'm sorry if you have stumbled upon this blog in it's current state. I'm still trying to tweak things a bit so they're juuust right. But, if you stick around I can promise you some simple, mountain man approved recipes, adventures of my everyday life, maybe a giveaway or two, and my journey as I try to find my way through this crazy world of being a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get comfy and please, stay awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;Little Ms. Sassy Shelby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and if you have found my blog please let me know. I'd like to befriend you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7490820696376009229-8193946585542483484?l=asassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8193946585542483484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8193946585542483484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7490820696376009229/posts/default/8193946585542483484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asassygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>little ms. sassy shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14860220993672586987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j60DiHwf-Wk/SEDLiuTCioI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XNzG6PZO2Tk/S220/DSCF0461.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
