<?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-8910916181410964574</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:42:12.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories and descriptions of what goes on in my day to day. Its all real people....all of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-6122765644806830640</id><published>2009-07-20T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:14:00.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved!</title><content type='html'>Hey just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lettin&lt;/span&gt; everyone know that  changed my blog address.  Come see me at &lt;a href="http://www.celinasue.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.celinasue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-6122765644806830640?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6122765644806830640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6122765644806830640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6122765644806830640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved!'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-7335419675129901566</id><published>2009-07-16T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:31:13.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whad up??</title><content type='html'>Pretty much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my gangsta talk.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; real professional at it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hispanic&lt;/span&gt;.   I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really have anything to talk about or 'post' about but Katie told me to update my blog so here I am.  Bible, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know why I have a blog. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. Bible for those of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know is like honest, or like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; swearing on the bible so its the truth. I've decided to add that into my vocab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kortney&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Klohe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kardashinan&lt;/span&gt;, not spelled right) But really I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;.  All of 3 maybe 4 people read this thing.  Those being 1-Katie, 2-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt;(who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; have a computer working right now, so she's not even reading it) 3-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and 4- possibly Jessica when she's bored and just got done checking her lame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. Jess... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; is so 2007, get over it. Heck at least change to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cryin&lt;/span&gt; out loud!!  :)  You know I love you madly)&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it.... All of possibly 4 people.  I want a blog that millions of the people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; about read.  A blog that people sat down at there computer and think "oh heavens I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;havnt&lt;/span&gt; caught up with what is going on in the world of Celina today" and they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt;. I also want a blog that all I have to do is post advertisement and it makes me enough money to survive without a real live job.  Is that so much to ask?  So I pretty much want to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dooce&lt;/span&gt;.  Except I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have the guts to blog about people I have to deal with on a day to day or family or friends if its bad.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have the stomach for it.  Literally.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have the stomach for a lot of things. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;..Cat vomit ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Wilfreds&lt;/span&gt; was warm) scooping poop,any gross smells, the smell of ripe bananas, the smell of baby vomit (I will hopefully get over that one day), Yogurt (even though I love it), bananas ( I have to eat them green), and confrontation.  These are all things that makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;gaggy&lt;/span&gt;.   I think I might change my blog address.  Know why??  Cause my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;loggin&lt;/span&gt; was done when I still had my married last name(my email was still that name I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt;), and heavens knows its not that anymore!!  And I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like typing that in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I want to post for the 4 people that read this.  So I might change it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; at work right now, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty much (obviously) doing nothing.  I'm a pretty good employee turns out... I actually am, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have that much to do but its only like 2 in the afternoon so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; feeling a little guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark is still in Italy. Know why?  Oh right, cause its not like October yet.  He has been gone, a little over a week now and you would think I was Henry and you took Peter the pig away from me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going a little nuts. Which I guess is a pretty good sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;givin&lt;/span&gt; the fact that when I was married and he left for Iraq I was better than fine.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; miss him at all, My life was so much easier without him around. ( That sounds horrible, but really we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have the best relationship and I was a maid so not having to cook or clean up after him or fight really was better) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; also pretty independent and usually am just fine alone, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not like drowning in my sorrows or anything but I do miss him and wish he was here with me.  I keep forgetting he's not here and think, 'Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna call Mark' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; yeah...  So hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a good sign that all is well in that department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen. Katie and I went to Rainbow Gardens the other day to see when they had the card readers and stuff there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; they have a whole plethora of people there and each has like there own day and most of them are about 35 for half hour and 60 for an hour, which seems like kinda a lot but I really want to go!  They have card readers, then they have someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a medium.I would want to go to her, to see if I have any spirit guides around me!!  (listen I watch John Edwards, and Ghost Whisperer)  I think that would be cool.  I will not be going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;SummerzStars&lt;/span&gt; for whatever it was cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like her name. If your already claiming that you have some sort of connection with the other side, please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; name to go along with it.Thanks.  Anyway I guess I'll get some work done, and its a pretty long post about nothing, so sorry. Also, I know everyone that reads this also reads Christy's blog but if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; in awhile go and look at pictures of Jack.  BIBLE, cutest damn child in the entire world.  And to think Vic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want children!  They should sell there goods so others can have the cutest kids in all the world!!  Do it.  and sell me some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-7335419675129901566?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7335419675129901566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/whad-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7335419675129901566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7335419675129901566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/whad-up.html' title='Whad up??'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-4001007049495119365</id><published>2009-07-08T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:10:47.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>So not much has been going on as of late. Turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty boring. This last weekend was the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, and I had Friday off work also, which was very much needed. For about the 2 weeks leading up to this wonderful day off, I was pretty crabby. I had about enough of work, everything and everyone. I was pretty pleasant. So I did pretty much nothing on Friday which was nice, and Saturday morning Jessica, Katie and I went down to the gateway to do some shopping. Well at least Jessica did some shopping. I was under the impression that we were going for 2 specific things, Jessica had 20 bucks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;giftcard&lt;/span&gt; thing to Arden B and gifts for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt;. It turned out to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more than that, which would not have been a big deal if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hadnt&lt;/span&gt; been a ragging bitch straight out of hell the last few weeks, and if Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hadnt&lt;/span&gt; been leaving to Italy like 2 days later. Yes, Mark left me, more on that later. So after shopping and getting home, with it being the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and all, Mark and I were trying to figure out what in the heavens to do. I hate large crowds of people so firework displays are usually not on my to-do list. So we took Henry and Molly (the dogs) to the parkway, which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; empty and hung out. Henry had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blasty&lt;/span&gt;-blast swimming and fetching the ball in the water, Molly on the other hand is a demon dog and hates all things to do with water, other dogs, and children. So she was not happy. She hates Henry. And poor sweet 96lb Henry is terrified of this little dog. She got pissed when he got a little to close to her goods, (cant blame her, at least she's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hoochin&lt;/span&gt; it up) and continued to growl and bark at him the rest of the day. When we got to the field and we released them to be free (aka taking the leashes off) she (for no reason) went after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt; who dropped to the ground, squeezed his eyes shut, and braced for impact. Really it was like he was yelling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!" Poor guy. Well she is really scared of him which is why she turns mean, she's a sweet thing if she's not scared of being eaten, and never actually got to him before she turned and ran the other way. Lets just say the rest of the weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;where ever&lt;/span&gt; Molly was, Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;steered&lt;/span&gt; clear. After a few hours in the sun we went back to the house and had ourselves a nice little BBQ, and watched some movies. Sunday we had dinner with his parents, and Tuesday I took him to the airport to go to Italy for 90 days. 3 months, he wont be back till like October. I have a tendency of making people leave for months on end when they are with me. So now, I'll be trying to work on my fitness, cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; for the last month because of the whole leg situation, but I ran 2.5 miles today on lunch and its feeling good. So there you go. Nothing to exciting ever happens in Celina's life. Henry is still a big huge lug who is the sweetest thing of all time, Lola is loving life now that I got her hair cut, and is acting like a bran new cat. Honest, she is happy and plays now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;. Wilfred is becoming more grumpy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt; as the days go on, but still loves him mom, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;vomited&lt;/span&gt; last night like he was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;exorcist&lt;/span&gt;. Sweet Katie had to clean it up for me cause I attempted and it was warm and I spent the next few minutes over the sink in the kitchen trying to not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;vom&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks again boo! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; about it. No Mark for what is going to seems like forever, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to be super bored. And damn it I already miss him! STUPID MARK. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty fond of the guy. Dang it. Henry is going to have a cousin, and Im finally getting a nephew out of Jess, unfortuantly its only going to be in teacup poodle form. But he is going to be adorable, you would know this from Jess if she had a blog but she's lame and doesnt. Hey Jessica, work on that, K, thanks, bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-4001007049495119365?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4001007049495119365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4001007049495119365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4001007049495119365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-1045432439379069257</id><published>2009-06-23T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:54:47.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile.</title><content type='html'>So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been up to much.  Watched some movies, and its rained... a lot. But you all live here so you know this.  This weekend I was helping my sweet dear of a grandma get some of there crap out of the condo that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; lived in in over a year.  They finally decided they needed some help. Good idea.  Now, listen.  I love my grandmother to my very core, but she is the grandmother that buys you and all your cousins the same things 5-10 years in advance. We were never allowed in the basement for the pure fact that we would see what we would be getting for Christmas in 3 years.  The woman cant pass up a deal.  Well whist going through things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been touched in about 20 years (and trying to avoid creepy spiders) we came across a huge like 2 foot barrel.  Really, the woman had 2 real life barrels, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even know anyone could buy these things. To which I said "Grandma, you know I love you, but if this is food storage in here, I will beat you" (my great-grandmother who pasted a few years ago, had a whole room of food storage from the 60's that no one knew about and lets just say I wont be doing that again)  Well we popped that baby open and what did we find?   A bunch of my moms stuff that crazy Kari had packed up when she moved in that she brought to my grandma.  My grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even remember she had it down there. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I've always kinda wondered where her stuff could have gone, cause we have some things, like a few rings, and my grandma was always trying to give us her clothes, "Cause, honey that fashion is coming back" No, its not. But it was her entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; box, some yearbooks, photo albums, and stuff like that.  For any of you that know me I'm pretty much an emotional wreck anyway, but I kinda fell apart a little bit when something else she had in there started playing music and I opened her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; box to find the smallest little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; that said Celina on it that she had made.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not going to get all nuts on you right now, but I have always felt like I had something missing, and my mom will always in my mind be 'perfect' no matter what.  Its kinda like (stupid analogy) but in 'My girl 2' when she goes on the quest to find out everything she can about her mom then realizes that her mom was a pot-smoking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt;.  Except without the pot smoking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; part, cause my mother would have never done anything like that. :)  But I am always curious and looking for anything that I can learn or find out about her. Anyway.... we also found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; else very special.  My brother had a pair of little (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt;) boxing gloves that my dad had put on the incubator that I had only heard about and seen in a picture.  One of the only things my dad has ever really told us is he really wished he knew where those were and that he wished he had kept track of them.  My dad also had always said he would never get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; like them. Well a few years ago, he got one of 2 boxing gloves, with a halo, and Joey Ray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;underneath&lt;/span&gt;.  We found those gloves in the barrel.  I will never forget the look on my dads face when he saw those.  I think it was the best moment of his life, seriously.  To which we all kinda fell apart. (look we're an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; family! )  Another thing we found was my mom's wrist band from the day I was born,  It said Chrisy Daniel, Dr. Hartman, the hospital, and written on it was the date March 7, 85 and girl.  I guess so they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; bring her a boy!  She also had Jessica's in there.  Apparently she kept everything.  Again, with the issues I have with the whole mom situation.  I am grateful for my life, crappy as the childhood was, I had my dad to keep me steady and I always knew that no matter what I had my dad and Jessica.  I am also grateful that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have to go threw what other people go threw like loosing your mom after years of knowing them or loosing them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;.  But I also miss not knowing or remembering anything. Jess says she remembers bits and pieces, and in some ways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a little jealous.  I have always wanted something. I have pictures and stuff, but nothing of just us two. Everything is with the family. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; probably selfish but Jess has a picture of just her and my mom and again I kinda want that. But so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; always looking for something.  I now know that I was delivered by a Dr.Hartman, and he works at McKay Dee now, and is still practicing.  (Yes, I looked him up) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; trying to not be crazy, but I now want him to be my doctor, but he's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; and I have the best woman, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if I could do a guy. So my other option ( that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; considering) is totally getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; so I have an excuse to go see him. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; kidding, although Katie said I should just go in for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;-test, she's as nuts as I am which is why we get along)  Now you say, Look Celina he's not even going to remember you, he graduated in like 1976 (yes, I know this) and has delivered many babies. But my aunt went to him a while ago, and she said he asked her if she was related to my mother.  He remembered my mom. My grandma said he was a young doctor and took it hard cause she was the first one he lost.  For that reason alone I want to hug this man. I'm sure this is very inappropriate, and trust me I know all this is crazy so I wont be doing it, but I am very glad we found these things, and thank you Kari for not just throwing them away and being descent enough to give them to my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!  Its sunny today!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Whoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Whoot&lt;/span&gt;!  its supposed to be a good week, till Friday and Saturday when its going to rain again, not that I mind so much cause i have not had to water the lawn once this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-1045432439379069257?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1045432439379069257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/1045432439379069257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/1045432439379069257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile.'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-2941420349483337450</id><published>2009-06-03T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:21:22.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its official....</title><content type='html'>So its been awhile since I have blogged, but not much has gone on. I've seen a bunch of movies, hung out, tried to go to the gym (unsuccessfully) ran outside and hurt my hip/groin bone/joint area, so just the usual going on with the fitness. But some news, Mark and I have made it 'official'  Now... Look.  Apparently he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even know we were supposed to have 'the talk' because he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hasnt&lt;/span&gt; done that since high school. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; you grown up and mature. We pretty much had this via text, after having breakfast with Jess and Mace where she pretty much just said ' Have you had the talk?' He was pretty annoyed at the fact that all his friends are in our business to which I said ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arent&lt;/span&gt; you in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; business, and really? Like you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know this is how we all are?'  So after him saying he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; mad, which I think he was, I got pretty annoyed, but I guess its official.  Nothing else to really say so I'll just make a list of things I love.&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I LOVE:   (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;*Rain(sound and smell)&lt;br /&gt;*Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;*The pets, (even though I yell I love that damn dog!)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Friends&lt;br /&gt;*spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;*Mexican candy&lt;br /&gt;* All candy (I really do think I have a problem)&lt;br /&gt;* The way you feel when your having a really good run. (No pain or exhaustion)&lt;br /&gt;*Bread&lt;br /&gt;*Lightening/Thunder&lt;br /&gt;*Cleaning with the music really loud.&lt;br /&gt;*Rocking out in the car with the windows up and no one next to you (so you can really get into it- It happens people, ooh does it happen.)&lt;br /&gt;*Sandra Bullock&lt;br /&gt;*A book you cant put down.&lt;br /&gt;*A movie you can cry at, but you cry because its happy&lt;br /&gt;*Making Wilfred make punches in the air while saying (yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;*Massages (heavens do I need one)&lt;br /&gt;*Bubble bath with just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; lit&lt;br /&gt;*Shower with just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;* The dark (see above :) )&lt;br /&gt;*Not having to drive somewhere&lt;br /&gt;*When the ex has to call and be super nice to you after he was a complete crazy bipolar ass just a week ago cause he needs a favor.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; IDIOT!!  And can do nothing but say sorry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thankyou&lt;/span&gt; so you'll do the favor!  Oh man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; so good.  I LOVE IT.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. The only reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; doing the favor is it has to do with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bronxie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;poopoo&lt;/span&gt;. and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want the dog on the streets till he gets back)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-2941420349483337450?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2941420349483337450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/2941420349483337450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/2941420349483337450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-official.html' title='Its official....'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-8366628507656313916</id><published>2009-05-20T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:52:31.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst. Weekend.Ever</title><content type='html'>So I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; say ever, cause there were some good parts. But look.  I was sick, real sick.  I thought I had the swine.  (really) Turns out just the regular old flu, its been a few years since I've had the flu so I forgot how HORRIBLE it is.  It all started Friday when I was running around like a crazy person because I had to pretty much go straight from work to Jess's so we could go to a wedding reception.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; eat that night till about 930, which is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt; anyway cause I get headaches and the nausea. So whilst eating my leftover pasta from Roosters, I thought the reason I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; feeling that great was that I had waited to long to eat.  On to Saturday, pretty much the same thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; eat when I was hungry so I thought I was feeling crappy cause of that.  (not to mention I was second job hunting, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; go so well) But then dear old Mark came to my rescue and we went to dinner.  Afterwards we wanted to go to the Fun-zone and go mini-golfing. (Its that Frogs place over by the the freeway it has everything)  Well lets just say Celina ruined the fun-zone. 3min in and I was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vomitous&lt;/span&gt;.  So we left, and I barely made it to my own bathroom before the night really got fun. Sunday rolled along, and I was feeling a little better but still not 100% so I decided to take Monday off so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; give anyone else the swine.  Monday morning was okay, but by mid-afternoon I was good.  I was even going to mow the lawn but it still wont work. (a whole other story, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty upset about it)  Then to what did my little heart crave for dinner??  Meatloaf.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; ask me why, I just wanted meatloaf, so I made it. It was heavenly... Till 25 min later that I was in the bathroom again....All night... worse then any of the other nights. Not eating meatloaf ever again.  I felt like I had a hangover cause I just laid on the bathroom floor trying to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;zzz's&lt;/span&gt; cause whenever I left I had to go right back in. Awesome.  Now, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; feel sore, or feverish, so I kept thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; is wrong with me? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel sick, till I eat.  Jessica and Katie both came to the same conclusion....'Oh your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;'.... Sorry ladies, no I am not.  Jess told me to prove it, and if I had felt up to it I was going to take home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; test to prove it.  But why waste like 20 bucks. So Tuesday I rolled off the couch ( I had ventured there on my way back from the taking the bathroom trash out for a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time, guess why I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; in the trash) And went to the doctor.  Who told me, " You have the flu, had you not eaten last night, you probably would have been fine, now you have to start over."  Oh great.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; read the fine print that comes with flu's that says to not eat for 3 days thanks.  So all I 'ate' was coke (for bubbles), water, and chicken broth (again dear sweet  Mark brought me that, although he got me the wrong Jell-O I had no idea the snack packs of Jell-O could be so sick, and NOT strawberry dear, NOT strawberry.  You have to get the sugar free citrus kinds, with only 10 calories per cup they are yummy....But he tried so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; say anything)&lt;br /&gt;Today I am back at work feeling okay.  Still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;drowsy&lt;/span&gt; from the anti-nausea pills they gave me, and was aloud to eat rice!!  So on my lunch I went to the nearest fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; place and got only rice and egg-drop soup.  I have never wanted real food so badly in my life.  And now my stomach is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;grumbing&lt;/span&gt; at me again.  Its not hurting, but its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chattin&lt;/span&gt; it up with me.  Great.  I will never be able to eat anything again.  Oh and just so we're all clear, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;vomited&lt;/span&gt; everything I ate for 3 days, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; really eaten since, and I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; lost any weight.  Just another bonus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;-bit.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter and not so gross note:  Mark and I went and saw 'Angels and Demons' on Sunday  it was pretty good, I liked it much better than 'The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;DeVinci&lt;/span&gt; Code' I think because I stopped reading Angels and Demons around page 40 to see the movie. I had read The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;DeVinci&lt;/span&gt; code and it was fresh on my mind when the movie came out so I loathe that movie. The parts they left out were like the most important parts.  So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; read this book so I could watch the movie and not hate when they left parts out, which the first 15 min did piss me off, so there you go. I would have hated it.  I am now going to read the rest, and fill in all the blanks they left out.  But good movie I recommend it.  This Friday, watch out people 'TERMINATOR!!!'  So excited. 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Weekend.Ever'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-2075491231307970565</id><published>2009-05-11T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:32:44.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were President...</title><content type='html'>These are some thing I would change/do if I were President:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free health care&lt;/strong&gt;: Why? Why not? I would pay higher taxes if I knew that I could get health care when needed. Canada seems to be doing well for themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spankings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gallor&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;: Pretty much just that. Kids these days (yes, my generation and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt;) get away with murder and I would give parents the right, again, to put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whoopin&lt;/span&gt; down on the kids. Lets get some respect back. With doing that maybe we could have Jess not have so many kids she has to deal with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fat kids&lt;/strong&gt;: That might sound bad, but really. I would make having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obese&lt;/span&gt; kids child abuse. Cause hello. It is. Sorry, but your 1 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; need coke in there bottle. Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt; should not be your main source of food. And by the way, make your kid go outside and play, the sun is good for them. Video games = lazy, fat kids. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Prego&lt;/span&gt;? No bars for you honey:&lt;/strong&gt; It would against the law, not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frowned&lt;/span&gt; upon, to smoke or drink whilst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;. Just cause something is wrong with you mentally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mean your kid has to come out with issues. Thanks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Famous? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care:&lt;/strong&gt; I have issues with the rich and famous. Now, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; mind being them, but as president I would do 2 things. 1 ban most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;. The only time they would get there pics would be at events &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;... red carpets, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;premieres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;... I am an avid fan of US Weekly, but really? we need to be concerned a little more with what is going on in our country and world, and a little less about 'how stars are just like us' 2- put a 1mill. a year cap on all wages. Honestly that is a ton of money. But we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need profess. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;athletes&lt;/span&gt; making 74mil for 4 years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;. You are doing what you love to do. Give some back to the people that are coming to watch your ass hit a ball. Also you break the law, spend your time with the rest of us. There would be no special treatment for the famous. O.J? Your ass would have been in jail a long time ago. Thanks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No homeless!!&lt;/strong&gt; Because of all this extra cash floating around, there would be no homeless. Listen people no homeless means a lot more people are working, which means more people are spending, creating more jobs, and a great ecomony. Weird how that works right? Also I think if we took care of our homeless, our country would, in turn, be cleaner, nicer. And maybe people would'nt look at a homeless person and judge about how he got there when they know nothing of the situation (Ahem) Mace/Jeff. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schools:&lt;/strong&gt; Schools would get a ton more money, teachers would be one of highest paid professions, but would have to have a masters, so they knew what they were talking about.  Also if you didnt pass, you dont move on.  Sorry, we want smart people to pass school, not just be a year older. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be kind to your pets:&lt;/strong&gt; The laws on animal cruelty would increase significantly and get harsher. Why? People that are nice to animals are less likely to kill a person. Its true, google it. And guess what, if you dont want a pet, you dont have to have one. If you do have one, its your family. Dont be a dick. Food, shelter, love. All they need or want. Also, unless you are breeding the animal balls/uterus coming out. Again, sorry Jeff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont be stupid:&lt;/strong&gt; Its quite possible that I would have something along the lines of 'Slapping police' Im sure they actually wouldnt slap you cause that is mean, but if you are being an idiot in public you will get a ticket. I dont mean your just ugly. I mean you are being totally disrespectful/obnoxious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise the Lord:&lt;/strong&gt; I dont go to church but I wouldn't stand for 'In God we trust' to be taken out of anywhere. Im not saying praying in school would come back, just saying. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day of rest&lt;/strong&gt;: Again with the no church thing. Im not saying you have to go to church. I just believe everyone needs one day where they are not working. So nothing would really be open on Sunday's. Try hanging out with family. You might learn something about them, or hey, maybe we would have less kids commiting crimes cause there parents were never around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet all of you are glad that I will never be President. Could you imagine? This place would be a wreck, We get in wars cause I was having road rage. Geez. Also I would make myself Queen and thats no good for anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-2075491231307970565?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2075491231307970565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-i-were-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/2075491231307970565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/2075491231307970565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-i-were-president.html' title='If I were President...'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-4509988447673244663</id><published>2009-05-06T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:00:46.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roof + Celina = Bad news....</title><content type='html'>So Wilfred- aka- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mamma's&lt;/span&gt; handsome man, has had quite the week.  Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; he was stung by a bee and half his face was swollen, now while I kinda laughed at this I was a little worried.  Turns out he was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning I received a call from Katie saying she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; seen Wilfred at all that morning which is unusual.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; been home and went straight to work and thought all day...'Maybe I should go home and make sure he is in the house.  So I went home on my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I began searching when I walked in the door to only see Lola and Henry, and I thought well Wilfred and Pearl will be sleeping under a bed together. Pearl was on my bed.  So I began the search. &lt;br /&gt;Closets, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cabinets&lt;/span&gt;, dressers, dryer, washer, oven, microwave(yes), and then again... Every closet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cabinet&lt;/span&gt;, dresser even the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cabinets&lt;/span&gt; that I cant even reach, and I found it odd that I could only hear him in the hallway under the swamp cooler.  I thought 'Well there is no possible way he is on the roof.'  So I went outside and stood on Betsy to see on the roof.  No Wilfred, so I once again searched the entire house.  And again the only time I could hear him was under the swamp cooler.  Awesome.  Now....we all know I on the shorter side of the height spectrum.  Another little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt; bit of info....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; own a ladder.  Why?  BECAUSE I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; GET ON THE ROOF!!!  Or so I thought.... After figuring that is the only place he could be, I spent ten minutes trying out different ways to get up there.  Step stool to shed?-Nope, garbage can, cant even get up there so I brought the step stool to get on the garbage can.  Turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; an idiot and there is a chain link fence that is high enough to get on the shed.&lt;br /&gt;So I climbed the fence, got on the shed (quite slick, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; thought in my scurry to change out of ballet flats.) and then to the roof.  That little shit was under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tarp&lt;/span&gt; that covers the swamp cooler.  How the heavens he got up there is beyond me cause he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; even have front claws.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So after picking him up and loving him, he was a wreck. Hot, stinky, and shaking, I realized that I was pretty high ( I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like heights at all) and began to wonder how I was getting down with a scared cat in my arms.  After 5 min. of weighing my options I figured out that I was going to have to drop him from the shed(which is about 8-9feet) to the ground in the backyard and get down.  Well Henry was super excited that I just so happened to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dangling&lt;/span&gt; Wilfred from the shed and when I dropped him (cats always land of feet, is apparently a myth) he proceeded to say (in Henry voice, 'Hey man, where you been? We've totally all been looking for you) whilst right in his face.  Wilfred who was in no mood to chat with Henry jumped the fence and sat at the bottom of the shed screaming.  All the while I was trying to shimmy my way off the shed back to the fence without killing myself.  Saying to him 'Okay, its okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; almost there.'&lt;br /&gt;Well by the time I got down, Wilfred had decided I was taking to long and ran to the neighbors under there car, and of course right when I got there I was just in time to see the tip of his tail as he made his way up into the belly of the car.  Great.  I then spent the next 15 min. Trying to be soothing enough to get him to come down so I could drag him out and into the house.  He finally did, but not before both of us were covered in dirt and grease.  Mind you....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on my lunch.  So after getting in the house and wiping him down and changing I grabbed a cup of noodles and came back to work.  I get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;turn style&lt;/span&gt; just as I realize I forgot my badge on my other pants....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-4509988447673244663?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4509988447673244663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/05/roof-celina-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4509988447673244663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4509988447673244663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/05/roof-celina-bad-news.html' title='Roof + Celina = Bad news....'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-3958862821900477986</id><published>2009-05-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:23:25.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...I've been thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just some thoughts that have been going through my head lately:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it as soon as your day one hiccup they keep coming?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can cats be allergic to bee's, and if so should I take Wilfred(my handsome man) to the vet for his swollen cheek that looks like he has the mumps?-(Idiot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; eat bee's, they bite back.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;road rage&lt;/span&gt; (like crazy road rage) when I know full well I suck at driving?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How come dogs are always so happy even after being yelled at?...and how can I be more like that...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I going to (one day far from now) be a good mother, and should I seriously think about taking anger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; before thinking about kids. (seriously) * Read previous thought*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why with the older I get, the thought of kids gets more terrifying. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do I get a job putting trivia on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sting cheese&lt;/span&gt; and why in the world are a cats whiskers called-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vibrissae&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do you always get home from someplace much faster than it took you to get there?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why can I not loose any weight??(oh wait, I have to go to the gym for that right?...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why would Gold's gym be so stupid to shut down 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street before really having a plan to have something other than 23rd for all 2472 1/2 people that now attend 23rd?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If drinking 100+oz. of water a day can help you loose weight, can not making that goal just add water weight? (I have not had 100+oz. since writing the blog about a 'system' I had thought through.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is the book always better than the movie? And which is better to do, read the book first or watch the movie first? (I hated the movie The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Davinci&lt;/span&gt; Code, but was the book and all the details to fresh on my mind?)- So should I wait to read Angels and Demons till after seeing the movie, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not angry about what they left out?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 10 years are we going to learn that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;splenda&lt;/span&gt;, sweet &amp;amp; low, and all the other no calorie sweeteners causes some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; cancer? (If so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be upset)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When are we going to learn that to actually loose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; you have to do work, its never going to be in a miracle pill?(after work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; stalking up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hydroxi&lt;/span&gt;-cut,they just took it off the market, I have a good liver, I'll be fine. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does it cost more money to try and eat healthy then going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and getting it '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;super sized&lt;/span&gt;'?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How is it we have sent a robot to Mars, but we cant make tires, or windshield wipers last forever?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why in every movie that is 'in the future' is there no trees and no nature, just really tall apartment buildings where we all live, with flying cars, and we all listen to someone on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;? If that is our future count me out. I hate the mall, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need to live with everyone. Thanks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; mean, when in reality its all just being funny.? I'm not a mean person to anyone in real life, because when I accidentally make people feel bad, I feel horrible and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;vomitous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;vomitous&lt;/span&gt; a real word?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it people are always so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when I will full out cry on a commercial, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show, or movie? -Do you think my heart is that cold?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should I go back to school? (by school I mean the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ATC&lt;/span&gt; to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;finance&lt;/span&gt;/accounting degree, not real college school. Thoughts of real college depresses me to the core of my soul,yes I have one.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should I get a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; job to help with the mountain of debt I somehow have? And can I find something that is literally a few days a week after 6?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I considered a 'grown-up' at 24? And if so why do I still feel like I should be in high school, not to mention look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still in high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I intimidate people? ( I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mean to, if I do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I guess lastly:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do I have nothing interesting to blog about except random, useless thought that 4 people will read, all of which I talk to on a somewhat regular basis(Katie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt;, Jessica, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;-Kay, and possible still Jeff, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure he has stopped since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not that interesting.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-3958862821900477986?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3958862821900477986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/05/latelyive-been-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/3958862821900477986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/3958862821900477986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/05/latelyive-been-thinking.html' title='Lately...I&apos;ve been thinking...'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-5581759343732134704</id><published>2009-04-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:18:32.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little more on Britney</title><content type='html'>Okay, so still on the high of last night I started reading some reviews of the show to see if everyone else loved it like I did.  Apparently not.  Whats not to love about jugglers, acrobats, contortionist, and Britney is little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sleezy&lt;/span&gt; outfits?? What do you expect people.  One article said the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; a concert, but an over-the-top spectacle trying to make a compelling case for herself as the current queen of pop.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UMMM&lt;/span&gt; HELLO!! SHE IS THE CURRENT QUEEN OF POP!!  She is a performer she does it for a living. Hello. I thought it was a great show I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; give 2 shits if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; sing live. Thanks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and apparently the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;encore&lt;/span&gt; of 'Womanizer' is quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sleezy&lt;/span&gt;, I AM PISSED I MISSED THAT!!!  Are people that do reviews ever happy??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-5581759343732134704?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5581759343732134704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-more-on-britney.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/5581759343732134704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/5581759343732134704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-more-on-britney.html' title='little more on Britney'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-6689321204080089423</id><published>2009-04-15T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:22:24.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Britney Bit**!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my heck! Let me start by saying I love Britney.  Even when that girl was a hot mess I was always rooting for her to come back to us.  Lets just say...she has.  This last album Circus is awesome and that was the theme of this concert. It was insane.  --Hold, let me take a moment to say: Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt;, I am so sorry that you did not get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; this concert. You are a much bigger fan than I, being you supported the wreck of an album that was Blackout.  I wish you could have been there!! &lt;br /&gt;Okay how did I stumble into Britney tickets you ask?? Well it came with a price...The name of that price is Kiel (aka the ex-husband)  Now, we are still civil and polite I guess.  And well the date that he was taking had to bail because of the fact that her child fell ill.(thank you, wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vomitous&lt;/span&gt; child)  so after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unsuccessfully&lt;/span&gt; trying to find another date, he called his last resort, ME!!  About the only time I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I was on the bottom of his list ( it was a trend of his, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ask)  so I accepted because, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... its Britney. I actually told him I was busy then when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mentioned&lt;/span&gt; Britney I said ' actually I can go'. So the entire night I had to listen to him be obnoxious, and drunk. just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;solidifying&lt;/span&gt; my decision.  Oh he also got the classy dames number behind us after taking drunk pics with her, good luck with that. She asked about me and he said 'oh yeah, that's my ex-wife' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; maybe this is just me, but I would be staying clear of anyone you meet at a concert that brought his ex-wife along.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Doesnt&lt;/span&gt; that mean, not only is something wrong with him, but he cant find anyone else to take but the ex?? But again this is just me, and look, she was CLASSY.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... to the important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The Pussycat dolls opened, and I have actually just started to become a fan of there's, I almost bought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; the other day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;. I should have. And will be doing so later this week.  They were actually very good.  We were in the nose bleeds, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; care, the stage was a circle on the floor so its not like you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; see everything going on all the time. So they did a few songs and then it was time for Britney.....  The stage was 'sick' yes I said it sick. It was literally like a circus, before she came out, there were people suspended in the air, and on the rope things swinging around, it was like Cirque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt;, or what I would think that was like.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; awesome.  They had magic tricks, and would make Britney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; and reappear.  There was dancing with tons of backup dancers all dressed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; circus outfits, they had little nuggets running around (yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Katch&lt;/span&gt;) and at one point Britney was in a large picture frame holding on to something inside as it was in the air and she was dancing in it, she also was suspended in air a bunch of times and WOW.... Lets just say it was a really good show, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;regardless&lt;/span&gt; of who I was with.  Now I ended up leaving about 45 min early, or around there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; thinking. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not thrilled about that, I would have loved to see the entire show, then the other chick that was there said ' That was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;stupidest&lt;/span&gt; concert I have ever been to'  Really??? Idiot.  What did you except, I love Britney but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; actually expect her to sing live, whilst dancing and being tossed the the air did you? And what exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; you like?  It kinda tells you from THE NAME OF THE CONCERT what to expect. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what she was expecting but we all know certain things: The sky is blue,  Everybody dies, and Britney Spears will lip-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sync&lt;/span&gt; at her concert but will give you one hell of a show... which she did.  So thank you Kiel for having on one else that wanted to go with you, cause I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;blasty&lt;/span&gt;-blast.  The drive home on the other hand was a nightmare.  Darkness+torrential rain+ large truck+Celina driving=Bad news. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not the best driver as it is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; blind)  I think I almost died a few times last night.  But I choose to risk it then has a drunk drive. Thanks.  So in short, next time B.Spears comes to concert I might spend the $100 dollars for a ticket, because it was the best show I think I have ever seen. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; bring a camera, I was cursing all night.  But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if you were allowed them anyway cause a few were confiscated.  Who know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-6689321204080089423?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6689321204080089423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-britney-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6689321204080089423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6689321204080089423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-britney-bit.html' title='Its Britney Bit**!!!'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-6627666212579262814</id><published>2009-04-09T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:13:44.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakin the law!!</title><content type='html'>So now that I posted about nothing and bored you all, I found something. These are real laws in Utah, apparently law makers have way to much time on there hands. They are hilarious, and makes you wonder 'Why would they even make that a law?' Its from the website &lt;a href="http://www.dumblaws.com/"&gt;http://www.dumblaws.com/&lt;/a&gt; this is my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;It is against the &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/laws/united-states/utah?page=0#" target="_new"&gt;law&lt;/a&gt; to fish from horseback.&lt;br /&gt;*It is illegal not to drink milk.-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt; Jess!! You are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It is illegal to detonate any nuclear weapon.&lt;br /&gt;*Birds have the right of way on all highways.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, cant they just fly over us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A husband is responsible for every criminal act committed by his wife while she is in his presence.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I shall remember this the next time I wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You’re not allowed to sell beverages containing more than 3.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure Dr. Pepper brags about having 23 things in it, illegal? Yes, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It is a felony to persistently tread on the cracks between paving stones on the sidewalk of a state highway.&lt;br /&gt;*It’s legal for restaurants to serve wine with meals, but only if you ask for the wine list.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- What??-I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why they always ask you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It is considered an offense to hunt whales.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I know I would be offended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No one may have sex in the back of an ambulance if it is responding to an emergency call.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-But as long as no one is dying, have at it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alcohol may not be sold during an emergency.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-I find that in emergencies is when I need alcohol the most, what to do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Individuals may not possess beer in containers larger than two liters unless they are a retailer.&lt;br /&gt;*Boxing matches that allow biting are not allowed.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Well after the whole Mike Tyson fiasco....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It is illegal to cause a catastrophe.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Dang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;itttttt&lt;/span&gt;, I had a pretty good one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaysville&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;You must have identification to enter a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;convienence&lt;/span&gt; store after dark.&lt;br /&gt;Logan-&lt;br /&gt;Women may not swear&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Good thing I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; live in Logan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monroe-&lt;br /&gt;Daylight must be visible between partners on a dance floor.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I wonder if they allow Dirty Dancing to be watched in Monroe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provo-&lt;br /&gt;Throwing snowballs will result in a $50 fine.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-pay up people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake County-&lt;br /&gt;No one may walk down the street carrying a &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.dumblaws.com/laws/united-states/utah?page=20#" target="_new"&gt;paper bag&lt;/a&gt; containing a violin.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Who did this? And who was pissed about it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auctions may not be advertised by hiring trombone players to play on the street.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; just silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;It is illegal to have sex in a moving ambulance and if you are caught the guy is let go and the woman is punished and her name appears in the newspaper.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-K, First I cant have the sex while the ambulance is being used for emergencies, now I cant have the sex while its moving?? Your taking all the fun out of it!!! and guess what, Lil.Kim and Christina would be pissed that only the woman gets named for this!!!- What happened to the man is charged with anything his wife does in his presence?? Jeez I'm glad its 2009 and not 1951.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-6627666212579262814?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6627666212579262814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/breakin-law.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6627666212579262814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6627666212579262814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/breakin-law.html' title='Breakin the law!!'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-6317623264248527913</id><published>2009-04-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:15:06.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new....</title><content type='html'>So pretty much just as the title of this wonderful entry says, I have nothing new going on.  I apologize for being super lame and not fun to read about, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my life!!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would like to apologize for this entry its kinda out there, so reader beware...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I am pretty bored today, and after informing Katie via email about my schedule to get 100 oz of water per day (that turned out like a math story problem) she told me to update my blog. So here you go. These were my findings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take 10 gulps of water, it is a third of my water bottle so therefore 10gulps = drinking 1 time, which means it takes 3 times or 30 gulps to finish 1 bottle. Which also mean that to get to my 100 oz, it takes 12times or 120 gulps to get 4 bottles, which is the goal. I do better with a schedule so here we go, If I drink 1 time every half hour it will only take 6 hours to get the water I want, therefore leaving the rest of the day to drink other liquid or get extra water. Here will be my schedule broken down into times per bottle.&lt;br /&gt;10                    1130               1                  230&lt;br /&gt;10:30              12                   130              3&lt;br /&gt;11                     1230              2                  330&lt;br /&gt;So in theory, I will be done drinking water by 330. But taking into consideration if I do the gym during lunch I would take my 10gulps at 11, leave, and not have the 10gulps till noon, so now this pushes me to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Also take into consideration that I start the water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consumption&lt;/span&gt; at 10 because of coffee drinking time.  Now... a new thought has sprung into my head, I have been trying to do the gym in the morning, the few times this has happened I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; get a bottle done before or right after getting to work, but I will still be starting the regular consumption as stated above. I wonder how much water I can have before dying of water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poisoning&lt;/span&gt;.....I'll need to google that.&lt;br /&gt;Really?? Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; that awesome right now. Jealous??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heavens....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; freezing right now, the fingers are having problems typing. Jeez... At least its just raining not snowing.  Seriously people I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt; to talk about!!! Thinking....Thinking.... Nope, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;! I made sloppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jo's&lt;/span&gt; last night for dinner, (or sloppy hoe's if we're speaking Joe, which we normally are) can you say effing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;!!  I also made oven fries, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;courteous&lt;/span&gt; of Rachael Ray (loves her) and how adorable am I?  Strawberry shortcake, yep....turns out SOMEONE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; like strawberries, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure I'll end up eating it all myself, good thing I got the big round loaf of angel food cake and not just the precious little cup angel food cakes, cause it was a better deal.  Katie had some, I'll make her eat the rest with me it cant be that bad for you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hellllooooo&lt;/span&gt; its strawberries, and did you know that whipped topping only has 25 calories in it?? Yeah its true, I'll be eating a spoonful of just that when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; yeah, hi.  The Hills started on Monday. Best. Show. Ever.  Lauren has turned a new leaf and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; going to let people walk all over her, or at least I gathered this being the fact she was a real big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;biatch&lt;/span&gt; about Heidi coming to her party that was on a boat so no one could leave!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.  I heart this show. I believe its the last season and can I just say those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;writers&lt;/span&gt; are not letting us down!!!  Drama, drama, drama.  Yes, people I do think that its a tad scripted.  But I do not care its good quality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt;.  A tip of the hat to you, MTV, Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;Alright people, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done talking about nothing, sorry to waste the last 10 min of your life as you wonder when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; getting to the point. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have one.  Also please send requests to get the last ten min of your life back to someone who can give it to you.  The Lord.  Thanks.  'Excuse me,  do you know the Lord?'  'I do.' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of America's top model-yet one more quality show.... Bye (really this time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-6317623264248527913?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6317623264248527913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6317623264248527913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6317623264248527913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing new....'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-5048793672974268183</id><published>2009-03-31T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:04:34.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Frustration</title><content type='html'>Okay.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to attempt to make this a positive sandwich so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not to Debbie downer for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;Positive:  I still have a job!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me!!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how I still am employed but thank the Lord I am.  I think its pretty much because I have taken on a bunch of work that no one else wants, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty busy.  So I am not in crisis.  At least for another 3 months, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure we'll be back to layoffs.  Awesome. Turns out the economy is real good right. now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Negative:  I need a new body.  Seriously. People, lets just get some history here.  I AM 24!!  I should be able to do any physical activity I want!! But oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry my knee is still giving me trouble, mostly in the morning when its cold, yeah I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; 72 and need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bengay&lt;/span&gt;. Really, I've been using Tiger Balm patches to put on my knee to warm it up before running.  I smell like a old folks home. If its not my knee bothering me its the upper thigh. On the same leg.  I try to go running on my lunch, usually by this time the knee is doing okay, but after running, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still in major pain, and limping from the thigh.  Like sharp pains cutting down my leg. Its real nice. &lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to go to the gym in the morning so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to deal with the herds of people after work (thanks a lot Gold's gym, you really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; need 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street) Well it rarely happens cause well, I hate mornings. To my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;amazement&lt;/span&gt; Katie was able to get me out of bed this morning and I went. Good thing I was able to run about a lap on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tread mil&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. A lap. the entire time feeling as if my knee was going to explode.  So I walked on a incline. Then I was going to do Body Attack.  I did 15 min people.  Its not even running really, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; even bend my knee or jog to the front of the class whilst pumping my fists in front of me.  Am I meant to live a life where I am in constant pain while trying to do physical activity??  If so I am going to be a load by the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; 26. Really. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know what to do anymore. I NEED to loose 10 lbs. At least. I shooting for 15-20 that would be ideal, but really how in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bejesus&lt;/span&gt; am I supposed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt; this if I cant even run anymore.  Now 2 years ago you tell me not to run, I would have been okay with that.  Cause I was very thin, and hated running.  Turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; starting to enjoy it, and just because I enjoy running now, my body hates me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; want me to enjoy life.  Oh BTW I even went to the doctor for the knee, she told me pretty much nothing, she told me to scrunch a towel with my toes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;strengthen&lt;/span&gt; my arch. Really? Really? I bought $100 pair of running shoes, and nothing is helping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; getting super pissed. Anyway enough of my loathing in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Positive&lt;/span&gt;: I am kinda seeing someone! And by kinda I mean Katie asks everyday if he is my boyfriend yet, apparently we hang out quite a bit. I'm a bit hesitant to take it any farther right now. You know with the whole divorce thing. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to get serious with anyone for at least a year, and just date around and work on myself.  Turns out he is a great guy and very unexpected. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been on a date with anyone else but him, since we first went out and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really want to. Yes Jessica I do like him.  Quit asking.  He is a friend of Jessica's boyfriend, they kinda set us up. But yeah, its going well and I guess I'll just let it go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;where ever&lt;/span&gt; it might go. I'm just really trying to focus on the fact that I have some issues with relationships that I need to work out.  I love the idea of a relationship, and I am pretty much always in one, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not good at them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; starting to realize some of the things that I do, and so hopefully I can work past those and not hurt anyone else. I tend to do that to people. So fret not Jess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; trying to work on that. Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Really long blog (sorry) short: I still have a job, my body hates me + zero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;weight loss&lt;/span&gt;= major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;, I seeing someone who is a really good guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-5048793672974268183?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5048793672974268183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/major-frustration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/5048793672974268183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/5048793672974268183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/major-frustration.html' title='Major Frustration'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-5400527185687696933</id><published>2009-03-25T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:54:23.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward, I'll get in your car anytime...</title><content type='html'>So, not much has been happening in the life of Celina as of late, but I thought why not update my one reader. Lets see.... Oh! I got bangs. I was nervous, I was, but we all know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt; is a miracle worker so they look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gorg&lt;/span&gt;. At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what people have been telling me. Well some people. I have also got that I look Asian and like Cleopatra. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, interesting. This weekend was very busy. Friday I had to borrow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; truck which turned out okay till I gave it back and somehow its my fault that the cardboard in the back was flying out all over the freeway and he had to stop to pick it up. Hilarious. Except the fact that he told me I could leave it in there. Whatever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; be a dick. Thanks. I ended up getting a new bed. I needed a new mattress something serious. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know how old the mattress I had was and I woke up every day with major back pain. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bueno&lt;/span&gt;. So I went and got a new mattress, of course the guy selling it to me thought Katie and I were lesbians. Why wouldn't you?? Apparently girls can no longer go shopping for things with friends cause people will assume lesbian. Really the guy said 'oh yea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a really good mattress, when she gets into bed you wont even feel any movement' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt; what? I just laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; cause there was nothing else I could do. Then we went to Katie's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; and got a new bed and dresser. Came home attempted to put it together before leaving for Vic's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; dinner at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; this Friday at midnight something great happened. Twilight came out on video. Shut up. I love this movie. I love Edward, and can I say I almost love him more now that he is in the comfort of my own living room?? Yeah. its true. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lordy&lt;/span&gt; he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gorg&lt;/span&gt;. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Katchie's&lt;/span&gt; Saturday to watch it but Katie and I ended up leaving early because I thought my head and eyes were going to explode in pain. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Katch&lt;/span&gt;. :( But so we bought it and watched it in full Sunday. This was the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time Katie and I have seen this movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; judge us we have little in this world to hold on to! But can I just say the hottest thing he says in this movie is when he saves her from being rapped and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pillaged and tells her to 'Get in the car' hold on I need a moment... Jeez its hot. I need for someone to say that to me just as he does. Except I would probably say ' Uhh dont talk to me like that!' haha but not if it was Edward! And just for future reference for anyone out there reading. If anyone ever says to me 'I dont have the strength to stay away from you anymore' its over, we are getting married and Im having your babies. NOT. A. JOKE. Im pretty much obsessed with this movie. Everyone should see it and read the books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lastly, I have taken on a pretty accurate resemblence to Roudolph. Its hot. Just a note to guys. Shave. It helps everyone out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oh, also I'm probably losing my job again on the 30th. Look for me on 25th. I'll be the one with the red nose. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-5400527185687696933?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5400527185687696933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/edward-ill-get-in-your-car-anytime.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/5400527185687696933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/5400527185687696933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/edward-ill-get-in-your-car-anytime.html' title='Edward, I&apos;ll get in your car anytime...'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-4625471102180638199</id><published>2009-03-10T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:30:58.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more things...</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention a few things about life when I wrote earlier.  May 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; something spectacular is happening.  What you ask??  No Doubt in concert at the E Center with who opening??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PARAMORE&lt;/span&gt;!!!  SHUT YOUR FACE UP RIGHT NOW!!  I heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;, and if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know of who I speak.... Shame on you!  They are so good they have 2 songs on the Twilight soundtrack along with other fantastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously if you do not know them I suggest you leave your house right now, drive to the nearest music store and purchase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Paramore's&lt;/span&gt; Riot CD. I'll wait.......  I've had it for over a year and can still listen everyday without it getting old.  I think I do listen everyday actually. The 2 songs on the Twilight soundtrack are 'Decode', and 'I caught myself'.  Listen people listen.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I forgot to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;4 tweezers&lt;br /&gt;3 hair ties&lt;br /&gt;1000 bobby pins&lt;br /&gt;a pencil&lt;br /&gt;eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;a long straw looking thing&lt;br /&gt;a big ball of candle wax&lt;br /&gt;and an assortment of varies things that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unidentifiable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What do all of these things have in common you ask??  They were at the bottom of my sink! I swear the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt; there is there were a few less than 1000 bobby pins. SICK!!  The sink has had trouble draining since we had a mishap with the candle that is by the sink. We no longer light it. Katie bought some liquid plumber, and it made it worse.  Katie was thinking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; a stern letter to liquid plumber because the bottle says 'Satisfaction &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Guaranteed&lt;/span&gt;' and we were not satisfied.  So we decided to be plumbers Sunday night and take the U looking thingy off the thing under the sink (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;profesh&lt;/span&gt; at knowing plumbing terms).  We thought this was going to be a big deal. Turns out the U thingy comes off quite easily (good to know) and these are all the things we found. Liquid Plumber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; stand a chance.  Needless to say she will not be writing that letter....  In other news Katie and I are now taking up small plumbing needs if anyone has a U looking thingy they need fixed.  The transformation to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lesbeans&lt;/span&gt; is almost complete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-4625471102180638199?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4625471102180638199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-more-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4625471102180638199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4625471102180638199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-more-things.html' title='A few more things...'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-3939402593364127318</id><published>2009-03-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:31:57.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be 24....</title><content type='html'>So turns out last Saturday (March 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) was my b-day. The big 24!!  Apparently I am the only one who thinks that this is not that big of a deal.  People after 21 the next big b-day is 25 when you look at your quarter of a century of life and wonder 'What am I doing with my life!!!!' and have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-mid life crisis.  I still have a year for that. So we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really do all that much.  Friday I went to dinner and a movie, (watchmen) pretty good, but 3 hours of blue men penis.  Which...whatever fine by me I guess, it was kinda nice to not see boobs all over the screen. Not that peeps is that hot to look at.... anyway getting off the point there!  Then Saturday we went to Famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Daves&lt;/span&gt; ( my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; place in the whole world!) which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;. (Dear Mr. Dave, a tip of the hat to you and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; amazing BBQ sauce!) Then we ventured to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt; and Jeff's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Katch&lt;/span&gt; was in Vegas so she was missed, but we watched the fights,  Then at 1130 my sweet dear sister Jess said it was time to go to Rumors (Everybody RUMORS!!!!) which I had stated many times throughout the evening (even though she denies this ) that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; feel like going.  I was good with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt; where we were and drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bev's&lt;/span&gt; there or at someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; house.  I had a major whole-head headache going on.  The kind that goes from the back of your neck clear to your eyeballs.  ( No good people).  She of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;declined&lt;/span&gt;.  So Mark and I drove separately (because not everyone can fit in one car!) and we "went to get gas" and ended up watching a movie on the couch, where I also changed into sweats.  So it was a pretty good night!  Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;couse&lt;/span&gt; I was receiving hateful text messages all night about how lame I was.  Well next year I'll be sure to have a huge bash to celebrate my quarter century of doing nothing with my life.  So until then, deal with it!!  Love you Jess!!!  But I did get some pretty awesome makeup from my awesome sister!  So I love you even more for that!! Oh and Mace! Also thank you to Katie for the sweet Cardigan and book, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt; for the cute shirt (medium was perfect) and everyone else who showered me with gifts!!!  It was a really good b-day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;regardless&lt;/span&gt; of my not wanting to go to Rumors (Everybody RUMORS!!!)  Ask Mace about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-3939402593364127318?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3939402593364127318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-to-be-24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/3939402593364127318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/3939402593364127318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-to-be-24.html' title='Oh to be 24....'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-1601545136582102615</id><published>2009-02-23T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:59:12.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geezzz....</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; Kay's b-day.  She had a heaven and hell party. It was pretty fun.  Everyone dressed up and the decorations were pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as most of you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not a big socialite.  I usually am pretty quiet, and would rather listen.  Turns out when Drunk Celina is around non of that is the case.  What can I say about Drunk Celina??  Well she's a lot like a really excited Jessica. She is super nice, loud, chats with everyone and expresses her love for them.  Drunk Celina is the one who attended the party on Friday.  So here is my apology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for everyone who had a witness drunk Celina.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure I said some really dumb, loud, obnoxious things! It was the Tequila.  Honestly. This is why I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; drink often. To sweet Farrah, I'm so sorry that I was Chester the Molester with you.  I adore you and I think you are super sweet.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; remember if you were up for what happened, I just remember doing it. Most of you already know, cause you were there, but I grabbed Farrah and kissed her.  Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lesbiana&lt;/span&gt;... I guess I just wanted to kiss my friends that night.  There was only lip action people so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; judge!!  So I'm sorry Farrah!!  As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt;???  Well she wanted it!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-1601545136582102615?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1601545136582102615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/geezzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/1601545136582102615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/1601545136582102615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/geezzz.html' title='Geezzz....'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-2481784196096202042</id><published>2009-02-16T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:38:28.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th wheel</title><content type='html'>So.  This last weekend was Valentine's Day. I personally think V-Day is a pretty stupid holiday, but when your with someone you love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure its okay. I was supposed to be doing a meal and depressing movie, but Katie went out and got a date.  Congratulations. To her.  Not being a smart ass either, I am excited for her.  So I was going to be sitting at home, alone. Whatever I was fine with that.  Then my sisters boyfriend Mace, said that I should come along. Sweet  soul that he is. The only reason I went??  Sushi. I heart sushi, and it had been awhile.  Turns out  I should have stayed home and stuffed my face with cookie and ice cream, while crying over a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I had a sign on my forehead that read  " Fret not world! I'm here to take your abuse, and not be seen!" I guess my outfit was not black enough nor fancy enough.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not even trying to be negative Nancy right now. Even the damn waitress at sushi looked around the table and said ' So only 4 of you tonight?'  Ouch.  I guess I really did blend into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;back round&lt;/span&gt;.  Awesome.  Trust me people I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; give two shits that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have a date for V-Day.  Even if I had a choice, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I would have taken it, there's far to much pressure on that day for romance.  I'll just be sure to never be the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wheel again. And just so everyone knows, Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is super lame. If Jessica can fall asleep with screaming and killing, it was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-2481784196096202042?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2481784196096202042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/5th-wheel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/2481784196096202042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/2481784196096202042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/5th-wheel.html' title='5th wheel'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-2253993633773351954</id><published>2009-02-11T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:38:04.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello depends....</title><content type='html'>So turns out my knee is still acting up.  When I stretch it out and warm it up it does fine.  Its just the 1.5 miles of massive pain before it gets warmed up that is bothering me.   So I decided to take the running down a notch for a few days to give the knee a chance to mend.  Its been about a week.  Now, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; to run a little but not nearly as much and I have also tried lower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impact&lt;/span&gt; stuff like riding the bike and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all fine.  But I am also stubborn and I want to run.  I feel like running works the best for me.  So I need for the knee to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;corporate&lt;/span&gt;, like now.  It hurts all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; day long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I have done something to warm it up, then as soon as I am done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;excising&lt;/span&gt; the pain comes back full force.  Awesome.  So today at the gym I talked to one of the trainer ladies and she said if its a joint issue then make sure you have good shoes, insoles, blah blah blah all that crap that I already know.  Then she said and maybe think about taking a joint supplement that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Glucosamine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chondroitin&lt;/span&gt;.  Really?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not even 24 yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; only old people take joint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;supplements&lt;/span&gt;?  Apparently I've got the bad joints.  Awesome. I'll be sure to pick up some Fiber One and Depends on the same trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more Positive Pam note. I think I lost 2lbs! Although I weighed myself at the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street Golds, and not at the new one like I did before.  But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care if the scales are off, just another reason I like 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street more!  Also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing the cycling class again.  Twice a week.  Its been about 1.5 years since doing this class and the first 5 min. in I thought I was going to die, and the only reason I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; leave was I was in the corner and I kept thinking ' If I leave not only will I have to clean off the bike, but I will have to walk through all these people staring at me for leaving'  So I stayed.  And let me tell you. I love that class. It kicks your ass but it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; awesome. I have some pain the the ass (literally) from the seat but everyone should try this class.  Best. Class. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-2253993633773351954?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2253993633773351954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-depends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/2253993633773351954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/2253993633773351954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-depends.html' title='Hello depends....'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-100902854470702962</id><published>2009-02-09T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:03:21.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Pam</title><content type='html'>Okay, people have told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; more a 'Negative Nancy' than 'Positive Pam' But really?? How in the heavens am I supposed to be Pam if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; snow will not stop falling!!!  So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mother Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Please stop with your nonsense.  I know you have not been quite so hateful as you were last year. But still, its time to quit!  I have no use for all this bull you keep giving us, for I am not in the mountains.  You want to snow in the mountains, go for it, I wont say a word.  But down here where real people are? Please stop, or I will fully stop using my green bags at the grocery store and go back to plastic, and really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; no good for anyone.  Please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Negative Nancy aka Celina Sue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-100902854470702962?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/100902854470702962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive-pam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/100902854470702962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/100902854470702962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive-pam.html' title='Positive Pam'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-6776171666128038185</id><published>2009-02-09T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:36:54.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Movies, Movies.</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I saw quite a few movies... Friday I went and saw the new Underworld.  People- this movie is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; awesome.  Everyone should see it.  I already loved the underworld movies but you get the whole story since its the 'first' movie in the series.  And you understand the rest of it so much more. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; lame but I love getting the whole picture.  And that damn Victor! Pretty much a real dick father. Anyway. Then Saturday Katie and the rest of the people I know went on big dates  and saw 'He's just not that into you' Which I hear is pretty good.  I went to dinner with the ex. Which was real fun considering I already had an awesome headache all day.  I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be mean.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; bad, we were civil, and fret not Jess I was just being nice, I have no intention of getting into the mess again! :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Adriana's (Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Katch&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mexi&lt;/span&gt;-store) by myself to get these delicious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt; or (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;paleta's&lt;/span&gt; in the mother language) They are the best things ever. The cucumber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; kind?  Quit it with its deliciousness. Sounds weird but trust its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;devine&lt;/span&gt;.  Also not very many calories. Then I went home and popped some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unbuttered&lt;/span&gt; popcorn, and watched 'Madagascar 2' which was real cute, and ' Vicky, Christina, Barcelona' which was kinda weird.   It was narrated some of the time, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday I watched 'The sixth sense' on TV- The only  M.Night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shyamalan&lt;/span&gt; movie that is worth watching. Then I proceeded to watch ' My best friends girl' which was pretty funny.  I told you I was a movie whore this weekend.  I also got the T.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;.  Apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty hood as of late, but look its actually not bad.  And the song 'Dead and Gone' with Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;?  Pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just a question: What is appropriate for friends to do when they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get the answers they want out of you?  Call your other friends and ask them without your knowing?  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think so. If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; tell you I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really care for you know.  Turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not married anymore so I have no one to answer to.  Thanks. Not saying this happened.  Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-6776171666128038185?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6776171666128038185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/movies-movies-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6776171666128038185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/6776171666128038185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/movies-movies-movies.html' title='Movies, Movies, Movies.'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-7103825963476988832</id><published>2009-02-04T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:39:46.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillian said it...</title><content type='html'>So last night Katie and I were watching the biggest loser.  Loves the biggest loser.  Anyway, the partners all came back after a month of being at home and had to weigh in to see how much they lost while they were home. Some chick only lost 2 pounds and tried to use the excuse of 'Well I built muscle, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why only 2 lbs are gone, muscle weighs more than fat.' Okay. This is what people have been saying to me, and I've been saying 'No I want to see pounds lost!'  Jillian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; then turned to her and said ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; candy coat it.  You only lost 2 pounds.  I hate when people say oh well I gained muscle, trainers are always saying that, when in reality your just not trying hard enough'   Thank you Jillian!  But once again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in the boat where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just a fatty McGee who is not loosing weight.  Look - Jillian said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did not go to the gym on my lunch today, cause well my knee is in some trouble.  My knee never bothers me, but Monday I ran 6 miles and as soon as I was done the pain set in.  I guess I should have never stopped. Fret not people I iced last night.  Hopefully I'll be back at it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; have a bit of a obsession with Vampires. I always have. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fav&lt;/span&gt; show as a kid?  Buffy the vampire slayer. Quit it with Angel's hottness.  Some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; movies? Interview with a Vamp, Blade, Underworld, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. And well books? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Twilight,&lt;/span&gt; hello!  Where am I going with this you ask.... Well I found some new vamp books.  Its true.  I was at the Hastings just the other day meandering&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt; and I stumbled across a display that said ' If you liked the Twilight series, you'll love this!'  I said to myself 'Well yes! I did love the Twilight series!' So I bought the first book.  There are about 4 or 5 of these books, they are not as big as the Twilight books, only a couple hundred pages each I think. The first one is called 'Marked' by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast.  Now I'm going to come right out and say, its no Twilight.  But its not bad.  It kinda takes a different approach with the vamps. For example: Everyone knows that vamps exist, and you have to be marked to become one they dont bite you on the neck. Interesting. I'll keep you posted and let you know if its worth the reading. I may be biased though cause anything Vampire is right up the alley I like to call 'Celina's happy avenue.'  Although... I will need to become a vampire by a bite on the neck.... cause well....I dont think I need to tell you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-7103825963476988832?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7103825963476988832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/jillian-said-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7103825963476988832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7103825963476988832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/jillian-said-it.html' title='Jillian said it...'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-7519611503432933830</id><published>2009-02-03T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:06:04.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What....a relief</title><content type='html'>Turns out 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; will have to wait.  For a bit at least.  I still am holding onto my job!!  Heaven knows what would have become of me if I was sitting in the unemployment line right now.  I'm not kidding about 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I WILL NOT go back to Stop &amp;amp; Shop. What else is new....Jeff told me I was pretty professional at this blogging business so I better not let him down. Also pretty hilarious comment on the weight loss Jeff. For those of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Katchie's&lt;/span&gt; husband Jeff thought I was hitting on him once at the gym.  Not to say that big guns and red hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; my type, cause well... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;?  but I was just saying hello.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; remember me, cause no one ever does.  So it took him about 5 min before he said to himself.  '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; wait!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; Jessica's sister!!'  Anyway.  We watched the fights this weekend.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GSP&lt;/span&gt; ( or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SGP&lt;/span&gt; if your me and like to but the St. first) is super hot and I would do him anywhere any time.  That is not a joke. I would just tell him to not talk.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really like seeing people get the living hell beat out of them, but if your getting paid for it I guess its your bad. and Georges put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whoopin&lt;/span&gt; down.  I was just very happy when they called the fight cause dude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even know where he was.  Poor fella.  My advice to him??  Hit the gym!!  Jokes, people jokes. Then Sunday was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt;. I was hoping for the Cardinals to win but only because I heard the story of Kurt Warner who is a very good soul... They lost, but not by very much.  Note to all business' though:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt; next year could we work on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; commercials?  Its most the reason I even watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt;, and none of them really made me chuckle this year, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like that.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;PETA's&lt;/span&gt; commercial with hot babes rubbing veggies all over them would have at least thrown a little bit oh ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; was that?' in the commercial mix, but ever since that nipple business half time and commercials have gone downhill.  DAMN YOU J.T AND JANET,  DAMN YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-7519611503432933830?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7519611503432933830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/whata-relief.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7519611503432933830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7519611503432933830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/02/whata-relief.html' title='What....a relief'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-1451095042786382500</id><published>2009-01-30T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:40:27.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am totally excited.  I bought myself something I have been wanting for awhile.  A air popcorn popper!!! No butter or oil needed!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yessssss&lt;/span&gt;!  I cant wait to use this remarkable machine.  I hate buttered popcorn. At the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even think about getting butter on the popcorn, and I try and find the white pieces that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the butter from when it was popped.  Its no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;.  I love kettle corn, but even at home popping popcorn in the microwave I cant do the regular buttered popcorn. Now people, I can have my popcorn and eat it too!  I bought it Wednesday, I almost used it last night, but decided I probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; eat anything else.  But this weekend... watch out. I will be a popcorn popping queen!! I know I shouldn't be this excited, but turns out not much is going on in my life, and little things excite me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-1451095042786382500?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1451095042786382500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-am-totally-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/1451095042786382500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/1451095042786382500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-am-totally-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-3892568648427826669</id><published>2009-01-29T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:30:16.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I'm a child</title><content type='html'>Okay.  I think I need to set some things straight.  Turns out, I talk a really big game with nothing to back it up.  It has and always will be this way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like a little dog, I act really tough, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; about as tough as a wee fly.  You guys are shocked I know. I think everyone should know I can, and am willing to have a deep, profound, emotional conversation about anything if you need to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here.  I will help you with situations. I will give you advice to the best of my knowledge. I will try anything in my power to help you with whatever it is that is disturbing you.  Just know. I do not have deep, profound, emotional conversations with anyone when the person involved is myself!!  I am UNABLE not unwilling, UNABLE  to have a conversation when it has to do with me, when its a tad emotional or deep. I cant do it.  I make jokes, that is what I do.  Other than that I cannot do it. I get nervous, I get uneasy, I even get a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;.  I just had someone attempt one of those conversations with me, and let me tell you, this person got no where and now I am shaking, and very uneasy.  I have been this way for my entire life, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; fine with keeping my true problems and feelings bottled inside to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;discarded&lt;/span&gt; the only way it knows how to escape.  I cry over everything.  Katie your right.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure the crying during commercials/batman has a lot to do with the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a crazy person and cant talk about anything that has to do with me personally.  I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; crazy, I need to be laying on a couch right now talking to someone who can give me crazy pills. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; fine with it. Please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make me try and talk about me, because it really does make me uneasy.  And as this person just found out you get no where!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; now going to go throw up my lunch. Just so your all clear on how crazy I really am.  All this person wanted to know was why I try really hard to not date friends or co-workers, when 'because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; a good enough answer it went downhill for me. This person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; even trying to make me uncomfortable.  I'm just a big Loon.  But we can talk about you anytime!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-3892568648427826669?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3892568648427826669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-im-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/3892568648427826669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/3892568648427826669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-im-child.html' title='Yes I&apos;m a child'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-7402283381859802270</id><published>2009-01-29T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:19:45.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you there weight loss? Its me Celina</title><content type='html'>So currently I am going to the gym about twice a day.  I go running on my lunch at work.  At least 3 miles, sometimes a little bit more.  Katie and I have been doing the horrible Jillian workout at night, and last week when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; I went running after work as well.  Am I seeing results?   NO!!  I am one of those people who need to see results to continue having motivation. I weigh the same as when I started this crap a month ago.  I have only cheated on the diet a few times, and my main source of food has been yogurt, string cheese, and salad.  I eat like crap so this in itself is a feat. I know its only been a month, and I am really hoping that maybe the fat is turning to muscle which I know weighs more and all that bull, but really?  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; give a hoot!  I want the number on the dreaded scale to start dropping!  It needs to happen, and it needs to happen soon.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; better be a good month and by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; I better look like a fox.  If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; I will begin eating away my sorrows again, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; going to be good for no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-7402283381859802270?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7402283381859802270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-there-weight-loss-its-me-celina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7402283381859802270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7402283381859802270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-there-weight-loss-its-me-celina.html' title='Are you there weight loss? Its me Celina'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-4409789199555762127</id><published>2009-01-26T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:56:20.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot nervous</title><content type='html'>So at work on Friday they sent out an email saying they are laying off about 60 people at Parker.  Now this is between all 3 sites, but still in Ogden its going to be about 12-20 people.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; nervous as all hell people.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; worked in Finance for very long, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; feeling very expendable.  Seriously.  Also we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; find out till Feb 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; who goes. Really please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; give me 2 weekends to think about this, my stomach has been in knots all weekend already, not to mention for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; whole week!  I know the economy sucks right now. Real Bad.  Thanks again Douche Bush.  But I really need my job. I have absolutely no idea what I am going to do if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have one. Look- When you have really no saving and your pretty much paycheck to paycheck its a tad stressful thinking about no paycheck. And as bad as it sounds, I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to be on unemployment.  Trust, I will be if need be, it would just make me feel as if I have failed!  I need a gallon of tequila, and some limes right now.  My bubble bath while listening to 'Hotel California' over and over again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even help last night.  Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a problem.  For future reference:  I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hookin&lt;/span&gt; on 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, charging quite a bit, but trust its worth it!! I'll also be drunk, so I'll be pretty nice, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; worth it in itself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Jess was upset I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; mention her in my blog.  My sister Jessica got braces last Thursday... She still looks like a classy hot dame.  She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gorg&lt;/span&gt; either way and we all love her. We also love her new 'boyfriend' Mace (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt;) Even though he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; like my skinny jeans.  She also was in a break-dancing battle on Friday.  She did the swinging arm. Quit it.  Also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to need for the Sports page in Ogden, Utah to not have people that want to have a break-dancing battle.  Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-4409789199555762127?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4409789199555762127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/lot-nervous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4409789199555762127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4409789199555762127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/lot-nervous.html' title='A lot nervous'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-3695151961514691947</id><published>2009-01-22T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:38:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on my lunch so technically I'm not being a bad employee. I also did not go running on my lunch as usual, I was going to then some things came up and well... here I am. I ran 9.5 combined miles yesterday though so I feel pretty good about that. 3.5 on lunch and 6 after work. Believe it or not, it happened. So not that anyone cares but here is a little list for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;Movies I could watch over and over again:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Notebook (Best. Movie. Ever.)&lt;br /&gt;-Where the heart is (its always on TV and I always end up watching)&lt;br /&gt;-300 (Dude is hot)&lt;br /&gt;-Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hocus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pocus&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; judge people, I have no idea why)&lt;br /&gt;-The 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Element (Again..., I think its Bruce)&lt;br /&gt;-The Little Mermaid (cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a girl)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;(  not yet but as of March 21st!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-3695151961514691947?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/3695151961514691947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/3695151961514691947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/3695151961514691947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-7996359020134693083</id><published>2009-01-21T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:08:25.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANIEL AGAIN!! WHOOP WHOOP</title><content type='html'>So guess what people?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Celina Sue Daniel once more!!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know that a last name could make you so happy.  Except I feel as though a 1000lb weight has been lifted off my shoulders!!  Also in other  totally awesome news, Obama is now President of the United States!!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;political&lt;/span&gt;, but I feel that this is the best decision we have ever made as a country!  He is just what we need, and I really do believe not only is he going to turn this country around for the best, but it is going to help us as a people become much better, and understanding of others. OBAMA ROCKS!!!  Also as for former president Bush.  Look dude. You blew. Thanks for the shit you have left this country in.  If I lose my job, I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; you a very unpleasant letter stating how I really feel about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-7996359020134693083?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7996359020134693083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/daniel-again-whoop-whoop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7996359020134693083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/7996359020134693083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/daniel-again-whoop-whoop.html' title='DANIEL AGAIN!! WHOOP WHOOP'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-1311301642335196102</id><published>2009-01-19T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:07:26.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MICHAEL BOLTON YOU ROCK MY WORLD.</title><content type='html'>So Katie and I have rediscovered a gem in the music world. I knew of this wonderful song many moons ago, and and grateful to say, I have found Michael Bolton-' I said I loved you, but I lied' again-Thank you Katie, thank you. Let me set the mood, work with me people:&lt;br /&gt;Waves crashing, a black stallion running slow motion with his mane blowing in the breeze... Are you there? I am.&lt;br /&gt;This song is gripping in so many ways. I know what your saying 'Really Celina? Michael Bolton?' Well let me tell you ' Sit back friend as I take you on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; of bliss.'&lt;br /&gt;The music itself in this song is worth writing about, not to mention the horse. But then here comes Michael, also with his flowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gorge&lt;/span&gt; locks.&lt;br /&gt;He sings to you 'I said I loved you but I lied...' and you think... What?? Why would you lie about something like loving me? But then, just when your about to turn it off and listen to some man-hating rock music.... He takes you by the hand and leads you back 'Cause this is more than love I feel inside, I said I loved you but I was wrong, cause love could never ever feel so strong.... I said I loved you.... But I lied' Gripping people, gripping. Katie and I have rocked out (literally) to this song many times in the last month. And let me tell you. People should pay to see this. There is singing, and full out hand motions to compliment the raw emotion. People in the cars next to us get quite the show. People google this song if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I'm talking about or have forgotten. If you disagree.... Well you can suck it, because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; know nothing of great tunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-1311301642335196102?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1311301642335196102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/michael-bolton-you-rock-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/1311301642335196102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/1311301642335196102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/michael-bolton-you-rock-my-world.html' title='MICHAEL BOLTON YOU ROCK MY WORLD.'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-4660295340562767304</id><published>2009-01-19T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:04:57.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SONGS THAT SOOTHE MY SOUL:&lt;br /&gt;* Hotel California-Eagles&lt;br /&gt;* Lightening Crashes-Live&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; stop believing- Journey&lt;br /&gt;* City-Sara Bareillas&lt;br /&gt;* Gravity-Sara Bareillas&lt;br /&gt;* Strawberry Wine- Deana Carter&lt;br /&gt;-I know there are a couple more that I cant think of right now. But even at my craziest I hear one of these songs, and I just makes me close my eyes and breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that I cant get enough of right now:&lt;br /&gt;* Lollipop-Lil Wayne. People--DO NOT JUDGE ME!!!  I dont even know why I like this song, it is horrible but I love it. &lt;br /&gt;* I'm So Hood (the remix)-DJ Kallid- Same as above. Trust me Im usually a country girl!&lt;br /&gt;*Live your life-T.I&lt;br /&gt;*Unbeautiful-Lesley Roy&lt;br /&gt;*Circus-Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;*Anything Paramore&lt;br /&gt;*Love Lockdown-Kanye&lt;br /&gt;*Sober-Pink&lt;br /&gt;*Your not sorry-Taylor Swift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-4660295340562767304?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4660295340562767304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/songs-that-soothe-my-soul-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4660295340562767304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4660295340562767304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/songs-that-soothe-my-soul-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-4348943109469647766</id><published>2009-01-19T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:52:09.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUN FACTS ABOUT CELINA&lt;br /&gt;* I am extremely shy around new people.&lt;br /&gt;* I get major anxiety around big crowds of people. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. why I hate Vegas and NY.)&lt;br /&gt;* I cry....A lot. Commercials, movies (Batman-Dark Knight- It happened people-Katie yelled at me for it.), TV shows (hello, solid 6 times during biggest loser). pretty much anything. (Katie thinks I should see someone about it.)&lt;br /&gt;* I hate confrontation (I know I talk a big game!) Even when its other people around me, I get sick to my stomach, it makes me so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;*I love yogurt but have a hard time eating it.  It makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gaggy&lt;/span&gt;. Same with bananas. (bananas also have to still be green)&lt;br /&gt;* I could live off white rice, and ice cream (Not right now of course, I hate you Gillian!)&lt;br /&gt;*In public restrooms I MUST use 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paper towels&lt;/span&gt; to dry my hands. No more, no less. (Hate the air dryer)&lt;br /&gt;* When I am done cleaning house, I must light candles before I can relax.&lt;br /&gt;*I sometimes shower with the lights out, with just candles lite.(Look its very relaxing)&lt;br /&gt;*I cannot eat in my room.&lt;br /&gt;* To hang out in my room, it HAS to be clean.&lt;br /&gt;* When eating in the living room, I have to find something to watch before I can start eating.&lt;br /&gt;* When undressing for a shower I cannot take my shoes off in the bathroom- It drives me nuts to have shoes on the floor in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Turns out I'm a crazy person and I just realized it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-4348943109469647766?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4348943109469647766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-facts-about-celina-i-am-extremely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4348943109469647766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4348943109469647766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-facts-about-celina-i-am-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910916181410964574.post-4269635604246014141</id><published>2009-01-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:25:03.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really this time...</title><content type='html'>So turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; dumb... Really.  I created a blog Friday and thought I put 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;g's&lt;/span&gt; and apparently I only put 1.  So thanks Katie, I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; an idiot.  Thanks.  So really this time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; blogging (see 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;g's&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So (again) about myself.  Name is Celina, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; almost 24, and divorced. Yep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; real good at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry about it.  I am living with multiply animals (verge of crazy cat lady) and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; boo-Katie.  Yeah the one that is making me do this, then called me dumb.  Really its fine Katie.  Just a heads up, this blog is not going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; at all.  Just so we're clear.  Also people tend to think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a bit bitchy, turns out I'm just real hilarious.  So if you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being bitchy, well you can suck it. (I kid, I kid!!)  I'm sure later I will be posting lists or have something else to say, but as for right now, I'm at work and better get something done, being that we're in an economic crisis and its a pretty big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; that I will be without income real soon.  (Look for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hookin&lt;/span&gt; on 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to go back to Stop and Shop-Look it could happen).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8910916181410964574-4269635604246014141?l=quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4269635604246014141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4269635604246014141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8910916181410964574/posts/default/4269635604246014141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quititcelinasblogging.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-this-time.html' title='really this time...'/><author><name>Celina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12741711519642254809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
