<?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-2569256483631354027</id><updated>2011-09-28T10:27:47.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Madness and More</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-1270336064976309963</id><published>2011-08-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:31:46.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More things that make me go 'hhhmmm'</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I bought 3D Crest White Whitestrips to prepare for my sister's wedding. I want my teeth to be nice pearly whites for the big day. The thing is, I bought whitestrips but they're not just any whitestrips. They're 3D whitestrips! So I'm a little concerned. I mean, I want my teeth to be nice and white and shiney but like, I don't want them JUMPING out at people in pictures. Maybe I should rethink this purchase.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I still have to write a toast to my sister. HELP! I suck at public speaking. Okay, well I don't actually suck at it - I just don't enjoy it all that much. And how awkward will it be if everyone is sitting there and I go to speak and my 3D teeth JUMP out at everyone. Awwwwwwkkkwwwwaaaaaaard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-1270336064976309963?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1270336064976309963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-things-that-make-me-go-hhhmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/1270336064976309963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/1270336064976309963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-things-that-make-me-go-hhhmmm.html' title='More things that make me go &apos;hhhmmm&apos;'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7634493628969148396</id><published>2011-08-22T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:29:03.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew the Bride</title><content type='html'>Remember that song called 'In knew the bride when she used to Rock n' Roll'? My song would be 'I knew the bride when she used to laugh n' giggle'. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a common thing as you get older? I just don't laugh the way I used to. Maybe it's due to work stresses, maybe it's because of life stresses or quite possibly a bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh almost non-stop and I want that back in my life. So I'm making it my obligation to either read, see or say something that's going to make me laugh atleast 3 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that made me laugh today was caused by Keith which it usually always is. He woke up to find me standing over him to give him a kiss goodbye and before I could even lean in to kiss him he stirred awake. He slowly eyed me up and down and said in a paranoid voice 'How long have you been standing there'? hehe - he'll NEVER knoooooow! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my husband that has yet to fail at making me laugh atleast once a day. MWUAH! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7634493628969148396?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7634493628969148396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-knew-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7634493628969148396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7634493628969148396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-knew-bride.html' title='I knew the Bride'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4520767351461335703</id><published>2011-06-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:50:34.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear neighbour,</title><content type='html'>Dear neighbour,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your snotty and immature attitude has grown old faster than your maturity level ever will. I wish you many unbearable neighbours in your future and can only hope that what goes around, comes around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so, you will experience countless hours of base from music playing. May an alarm clock that is not your own wake you up every day on the weekend and beeping for four hours straight because someone can't even handle the responsibility of turning off an alarm clock. How you ever convinced your daddy that you are mature enough to have a condo, I'll just never know. May your early mornings and late evenings be filled with the sound of elephants walking through your home - how you manage to make so much noise? Again, I'll just never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, why is it that night by night it sounds like your moving furniture? And I mean literally. :s I can't even count how many people have come over to experience the multitude of noise and go WTF is she doing up there?' Take a hint little miss pullups - we're actually moving as in packing up and shipping out and have maybe made 1/10 of the noise you manage to create in the course of one evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodluck with the lady that bought our condo - I hear she's a screamer. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4520767351461335703?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4520767351461335703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-neighbour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4520767351461335703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4520767351461335703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-neighbour.html' title='Dear neighbour,'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2027435339920581240</id><published>2011-06-06T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:00:28.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Yes, my 11 followers are considered everyone in my eyes.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. And who knows, it's quite possible I have zero followers now since it's been so freaking long sine I last blogged. :s&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always the same with me - I can list off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 32 reasons why I haven't been blogging which is coincidentally the same number of years I've been kicking around. However, I'm not even going to go there. I'm going to go straight to why I'm blogging tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now as of this minute I have little ball of warmth all curled up on my tummy. Now hold the phone, I said ON my tummy - not in my tummy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. You  see, I did something a little crazy a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt; ago. Let's just say it involved me, a store and a puppy looking at me with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ohsobigbeautifulbrowneyes&lt;/span&gt; saying 'please take me home and love me and let me be a part of your family' to which I said 'I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;F'd&lt;/span&gt;' because I immediately fell in love with him. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; Keith and the next night we went back for Keith to meet him and alas, we took our adorable little guy home. Due to his big brown eyes I felt Charlie suited him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;namewise&lt;/span&gt; as in Charlie Brown. My sister thought we named him after Charlie Sheen because he's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;daaaawg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;! Sometimes my sister drives me plain crazy but most of the time she makes me laugh...even if it's a 'make me eye roll type joke'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I would love to post pics but I'm still blogging from my cell phone as I still currently have no computer. Once we are in the new house and we're settled I'm going to have a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; pic-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt; to get any remaining followers caught up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;heeelloooo&lt;/span&gt; is anybody there? Then again, I'm sure that thought crossed your mind when I dropped the ball on blogging regularly. My apologies! I shall return!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then , hang tight! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2027435339920581240?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2027435339920581240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/charlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2027435339920581240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2027435339920581240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/charlie.html' title='Charlie!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6671026994737083168</id><published>2011-05-03T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:32:04.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condo Sold!</title><content type='html'>All I can say is BOO to the f'ing HELZ YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the househunting begin! Oh wait, we've already been looking - shall I say, 'Let it continue'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luckity luckity luck luck luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6671026994737083168?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6671026994737083168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/05/condo-sold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6671026994737083168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6671026994737083168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/05/condo-sold.html' title='Condo Sold!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7274167959952463312</id><published>2011-04-19T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:16:47.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookies now speak my future...I hope!</title><content type='html'>I've decided that fortune cookies now tell my fate. Last week we ordered Wok Box and my fortune cookie said that I was about to be rewarded for all my hard work. Two hours later our Realtor called saying we got an offer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut to today...I decided to eat a leftover fortune cookie and it said that I am going to be unusually famous in the entertainment industry. An hour later I go for my break and this lady that works in the same building as me said she came across my weddings photos via coming across my blog! How crazy is that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm not saying one person makes me famous but maaaaaybe one day I'll have a kajillion followers and perhaps get paid for doing something I love which is writing to the masses about our life with my odd sense of humour. Wouldn't that be awesome! Especially since I'm not the most computer savvy blogger in the world. And maybe in an unusual way I can work hand in hand with technology and brighten someone's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the possibilities!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7274167959952463312?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7274167959952463312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/fortune-cookies-now-speak-my-futurei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7274167959952463312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7274167959952463312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/fortune-cookies-now-speak-my-futurei.html' title='Fortune Cookies now speak my future...I hope!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5728213432097078686</id><published>2011-04-16T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:48:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me much?</title><content type='html'>So other than my test blog formed from my fingertips on my crackelberry finn, I'm ashamed to say I've failed to blog regularly. My question is, did you miss me much? If so I hope it wasn' too much otherwise you may find yourselves dissapointed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell......here's the 411 on us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a teeny tad of a promotion along with another co-worker to which we were like wooooooohooooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith's contract has been extended to which we were like boooooo-yah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 32 to which I was like boooooooooo but no 'yah'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a real live realtor to assist in selling our condo which was helpful to the process. After two months of being on the market during the longest winter eeeevvvvver we just accepted a conditional offer as of yesterday. To this we were like FINALLYYYYYYYYY! We're still not in the clear until the conditions are removed but I dare say it looks very promising and we're excited to finish the process. If all goes according to plan we'll be househunting soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure a milllion other things have happened but I think I covered the most important events we've had take place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that's all for now and I'll be blogging again soon. Crackelberry and I look forward to it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5728213432097078686?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5728213432097078686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-me-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5728213432097078686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5728213432097078686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-me-much.html' title='Miss me much?'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4427220614624440033</id><published>2011-04-12T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:37:14.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Century here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; hip! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; blogging from my new blackberry which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; nicknaming '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crackelberry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finn&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;In honor of this being my first attempt I'm avoiding a full on blog and this is more of a test run. plus i think because its been so long since ive blogged  i keep getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;popups&lt;/span&gt; saying i need to do some updates which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; distracting. i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; after all.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in advance i apologize for my many typos. i promise ill get better sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I would like to send a shout out to my dad who celebrates his birthday tomorrow so dad, this blogs for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your the best dad a child could ask for and even though you're far away, we think about you every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope you're surrounded by love and laughter and get lots of hugs and kisses from your adorable son and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; Mrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know that we are thinking of you and that we send oodles of love to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Kim and Keith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4427220614624440033?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4427220614624440033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/21st-century-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4427220614624440033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4427220614624440033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/21st-century-here-i-come.html' title='21st Century here I come!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-821260597167198857</id><published>2011-02-11T13:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:37:46.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like father like daughter, like mother like daughter</title><content type='html'>So like, you know how we all fear turning into our parents? I do too. I mean, I always joke that ‘the higher power’ took all my mom’s bad qualities and all of my dad’s bad qualities and combined them together to create me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. It’s sad but it’s true. My mom has GORGEOUS hand writing and my father; well I refer to them as chicken scratches. No offence dad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and Point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Numero&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day we had a department meeting at work and we had to write up a list of certain key points and then present it to the other teams. While we jokingly discussed who was going to write out our key points. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mistakenly&lt;/span&gt; encouraged to do it as my fellow co-worker felt my hand writing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t quite possibly be as bad as his. OH, how I begged to differ but my team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t believe me and I was put in charge of writing up our information. At the end of it all, this fellow co-worker read off our points to the other teams and at the end said ‘And I think we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; just proved that a girls handwriting can be just as bad as a guys’ or something along those lines to which I told him he threw like a girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. That’s right; I can take it AND dish it baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM my father’s daughter. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and Point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Numero&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was over at my parents celebrating my Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pegster&lt;/span&gt;’s Birthday. My mom and my Aunt got to talking and laughing about this one time they went downhill skiing and how horrible they were at it. My mom got into her experience on that trip and it sounded quite similar to what happened to me the one and ONLY time I went downhill skiing. My mom apparently has issues with holding on to rope too….read on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this has got to be one of the FUNNIEST stories I could tell you all but have held back b/c it really is just SO embarrassing and I don’t think I can do it justice via blog. However, I shall try in an attempt to bring some laughter to your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 16 or 17 and was in Brandon, MB to visit family. My aunt and uncle got this BRILLIANT idea to go downhill skiing. I had gone cross country many times (thanks dad) so thought, why not?! I’m sure it’ll be fun…like really, what could go wrong? To be honest I’m not even sure where we went. I just hoped in the car and let them lead me to the time that became known as ‘The Time I Almost Died’. Okay, it was more like ‘The Time Kim Skied right into the Lodge, ‘Dislocated’ her Elbow, and Took Out about 20 skiers’ not in any specific order. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was like awesome – NOT! First of all the ski instructor (who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt;) introduced me to the ‘bunny hill’. Now, I’m sure it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn'&lt;/span&gt;t as big as I remember it but seriously, I’m from the Prairies so the ‘bunny hill’ to me was a freaking MOUNTAIN. For whatever reason they had the lodge at the bottom of the hill which at the time I thought was silly of them. Thinking back, I wonder if they put it there to stop people like me from skiing right off into the bush and directly to my death. To be cautious I asked the ski instructor if anyone ever skied into it and he said ‘No' and that was that. So like, this is where I should have gotten a sworn statement from him but yeah, did I mention he was cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second I grabbed onto that rope to go up to the ‘bunny hill’ was the minute it all went really wrong. FAST!!! Because I was visiting in Brandon and the whole skiing thing was a random idea I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;’t packed properly. All I had was my favourite pair of mittens that were wool to cover my hands and all the other clothes I had on were contributed by my aunt and uncle. If any of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know this, wool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t hold up real well when there’s a thick rope cutting through it. You can only imagine how quickly I began to slide backwards once I was up high enough that the rope had finished cutting through my mittens and started cutting into my skin. And guess what happens when you start sliding backwards and there are about 20 people behind you…you take them OUT baby! All I remember is the ski instructor yelling ‘LET GO OF THE ROPE, GET OFF THE ROPE, GET OUT OF HER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt;’ to the people behind me as I flew down backwards screaming like a crazy lady. I even think I peed a little I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;FAH&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;REAKED&lt;/span&gt;! Or maybe I peed a lot, I can’t remember which. Did I mention this story was embarrassing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being extremely embarrassed, the ski instructor, was not only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt; but was also very kind and gave me a pair of gloves to use for my second attempt going up. Oh yeah, I’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;smoooooth&lt;/span&gt;. I got up to that ‘bunny hill’ without any problems. Going down was a different story. I somehow manage to plough right into that Lodge FULL FORCE. Did I mention that the ski instructor was also a BIG LIAR, DID I?! End result: I ‘dislocated’ my elbow and even though I had no doctor to prove it, I could hardly move my right elbow for the next 4 or 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I hear my mother telling us about how she had issues holding on to the rope when she went skiing and ended up taking out all the people behind her. How embarrassing! If the same thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;’t happened to me I would have made fun of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM my mother’s daughter. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish off my downhill skiing experience my uncle had the NERVE to brag that he spent the day doing the Black Diamond runs and HE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;’t EVER been skiing before. BUGGER! So then I bragged by saying ‘Well yeah but did YOU ski BACKWARDS? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Didn&lt;/span&gt;’t FREAKING think so BUD’! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bows*&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-821260597167198857?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/821260597167198857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-father-like-daughter-like-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/821260597167198857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/821260597167198857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-father-like-daughter-like-mother.html' title='Like father like daughter, like mother like daughter'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2411748400962041720</id><published>2011-01-31T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:52:27.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAWN....</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I hate to admit this but lately, I'm boring. I think I have a bad case of the winter blahs. Thank goodness for having cable right now because my mind is numb. I pretty much just want to stare at the t.v. if, and when at home. I would make fun of myself if I knew I wouldn't reach over and slap myself. Then again, I wonder if I even have the energy to smack myself. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I have the day for crying out loud and all I can think about is how my back is sore and I still feel like I'm fighting a cold or something and how I don't want to do a thing. :s&lt;br /&gt;Could I BE any more lame?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll snap out of it once the sun comes out to play but for now, I kind of want to sleep away the day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hhmmm&lt;/span&gt;, this makes me rethink buying one of those 'Energy Lights' that people use in the winter to save themselves from depression. they're WAY expensive but perhaps totally worth it. I think I just figured out what to do with our annual bonus. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. OR, I could pay bills and get ahead of them for once....that could possibly get me out of my funk too. Oh, all the possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I have something positive on my mind I should really push myself and maybe do some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; before the energy disappears on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runners = CHECK, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt; = CHECK, ENERGY = almost a full CHECK.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2411748400962041720?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2411748400962041720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2411748400962041720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2411748400962041720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/yawn.html' title='YAWN....'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8122241087691554662</id><published>2011-01-17T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:29:06.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay tuned for more blogging</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! I realize I have not blogged as much lately which makes me think that it's quite possible no one reads it anymore. EEP! But alas, I should have my very own computer back up and running soon. Aside from becoming addicted to HGTV by watching many, many episodes of House Hunters we've been busy enough around the Cullins Household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Christmas and it was lovely! I only worked two days in between Christmas and New Years so I actually felt rejuvenated. It was as though I had a bit of a holiday which is always nice. The trick was not signing up for every Christmas festivity that came our way. As always we took part in the most important events but put some on the back burner to take place after Christmas was over.&lt;br /&gt;Following Christmas celebrations, we spent our 1st year Wedding Anniversary celebrating at a local B&amp;amp;B. We stayed at the Dragon's Nest Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast and it was AMAZING! I plan to dedicate an entire blog to that beautiful place once I get a chance to download some of our own pictures but in the meantime, please see the link below. We HIGHLY recommend staying there if the chance ever comes your way. Or, if for whatever reason you're not able to justify staying at a B&amp;amp;B in your own home city, it's a GREAT place to have friends or family to stay at if your own home is tight on space. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bbcanada.com/8361.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one sentence I would say that Dragon's Den felt 'Like home away from home with more ambiance and a better breakfast than I could EVER make'. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you are well and still stop in to check and see if I've posted anything every once in a while. I seriously do hope to poste more stuff. I have a long list of things to blog about. Some things you have to look forward too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our night at a delicious restaurant in Vibank...&lt;br /&gt;Our night a the Dragon's Nest B&amp;amp;B...&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend with my niece in our tiny little home...&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone and Happy New Year!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8122241087691554662?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8122241087691554662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay-tuned-for-more-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8122241087691554662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8122241087691554662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay-tuned-for-more-blogging.html' title='Stay tuned for more blogging'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6092234603916707514</id><published>2010-12-30T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:54:16.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me???</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this before but I married a man that I went to high school with. As you may already know, we were not high school sweethearts and didn't actually meet till much later in life. I guess people could say that when we're all cute and cuddly, we're making up for lost time. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't remember Keith at all from high school - like not even a blip on my memory radar. This is something that we often joke about and I find it odd that I don't remember him in the slightest. I mean, he's a pretty memorable guy in my opinion and I'm wishing I did meet him in high school if not for love then at least for his humour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut, that's not how it worked out which is usually a-ok. However, recently we ran into two, not one, but TWO people we went to school with and alas, I remembered these two gentleman quite clearly and when Keith asked me if I remembered them. I kind of wanted to lie because I felt bad for not knowing him. And the thing is, I'm the queen of feeling guilty and I do this even in situations when I really have nothing to feel guilty about. And of course when I feel guilty, what happens? Well I usually end up having some messed up dream about it and wake up thinking WTF and end up trying to put two and two together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to: Me sleeping not so long ago. Me dreaming. Me back in high school but at the age I am now - so like 24. hehe. WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can remember clearly from the dream is sitting on an exercise mat during gym class and some guy trying to kiss me and I'm like 'Dude, get off of me, I'm married'!!!! So that's all I remember aside from waking up and thinking that the guy looked familiar to me. I was like, maybe he's someone famous or something and then it just CLICKED about two hours later. It was KEITH in high school and not like my 30 year old husband Keith but teenage Keith. So I guess that makes it okay....because making out with some random teenage boy in high school in my dream is much more pervy than making out with the high school version of my husband, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I'm majorly messed up.lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6092234603916707514?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6092234603916707514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6092234603916707514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6092234603916707514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/remember-me.html' title='Remember me???'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8425159733607671324</id><published>2010-12-23T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:49:59.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>I'm still suffering from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; block but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; now I think I know why! It's simple - we got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sasktel&lt;/span&gt; Max cable.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Some people wouldn't consider that having cable television as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;distraction&lt;/span&gt; constitutes as '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; block' but I beg to differ. I mean, I watch, then I stop watching and then I go to type and I have nothing to type because life has been pretty slow and why is it slow? Because I'm spending my spare time watching peoples lives on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; become a zombie in front of that thing. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's nice to have because it's cold outside and I never deny myself of cheap entertainment. We have it for the next three months but I already know that I won't miss it when it's gone. I'll be like, goodbye commercials that drive me nuts and HELLO SPRING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I sit back with the essence of control at my fingertips and CHANNEL SURF. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8425159733607671324?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8425159733607671324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/zombie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8425159733607671324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8425159733607671324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-1218257934976000924</id><published>2010-12-20T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:48:02.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errrrgh - Arrrrrgh</title><content type='html'>I cannot write for the life of me lately. My apologies people! I've spent the past hour trying to create a blog and it sooooo isn't happening. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have bloggers block and all I can do is throw my hands in the air and wave them like I *starts dancing*....ahem, I mean, throw my hands in the air out of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog = Epic fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 'drawing board' I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't beat this block by Christmas, have a HAPPY HOLIDAY everyone!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-1218257934976000924?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1218257934976000924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/errrrgh-arrrrrgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/1218257934976000924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/1218257934976000924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/errrrgh-arrrrrgh.html' title='Errrrgh - Arrrrrgh'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7873396997277647466</id><published>2010-12-10T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:26:15.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me go 'wtf'?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that sometimes my daily '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bm&lt;/span&gt;' comes out looking like it's been braided?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;? You're welcome! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7873396997277647466?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7873396997277647466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-that-make-me-go-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7873396997277647466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7873396997277647466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-that-make-me-go-wtf.html' title='Things that make me go &apos;wtf&apos;?'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4025669340926510097</id><published>2010-12-03T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:31:37.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why therapy doesn't always work with my sense of humour</title><content type='html'>Background information: What seems like decades ago, I was in what we will call a very unhealthy relationship. To spare you the boring details that will not enhance the story I will just say that it resulted in going to talk to someone about stuff. I was placed with a wonderful woman that was great to talk with and influenced my choices in life greatly. I think therapy is a great practice and not the 'taboo' thing some people can make it out to be. For me, sometimes it's just nice to shoot the shit with someone who has your best interest at heart. I'm not saying that my friends and family don't but sometimes their judgement can be blurred in ways that a therapist's wouldn't. If you're lucky like I was and put in touch with the right therapist the results can be life altering in such a positive way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Buuuut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, enough of that and on with my story because yet again, it's all about me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: We're discussing something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt; that happened to me when I was younger and we're using visualization to help cope with it which means my eyes are closed and I'm picturing everything we're discussing. At this point, I have already envisioned myself putting that 'issue' in a box to be put away and locked in a drawer. Sound a little hokey (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;)? Definitely! But did I see results? Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: So now Kim, you have a key to this box. What would you like to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want to throw it into an ocean NEVER to be found again. I just want this to be done with and get over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: That sounds like a plan so go ahead and throw that key away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright, it's gone - I threw it like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rrreeeaaaalllly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Okay, now open your eyes whenever you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *I open my eyes and let them adjust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: So how are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Better! I feel like that really helped. I was letting this 'issue' weigh me down and it was just time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Now you know Kim, any time you feel like you want to or need to, we can revisit this 'issue' if necessary. Just let me know and we can open that drawer up again if you ever find yourself struggling with that 'issue' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *deep sigh* But I already threw away the key and I didn't make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cooooopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KILL myself sometimes!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4025669340926510097?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4025669340926510097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-therapy-doesnt-always-work-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4025669340926510097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4025669340926510097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-therapy-doesnt-always-work-with-my.html' title='Why therapy doesn&apos;t always work with my sense of humour'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-361894720043448855</id><published>2010-12-01T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:14:45.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is BOO-TEE-FULL!</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes life just gets so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and a year passes me by like THAT *snaps fingers*! And once in a while I have the urge to stop time just to have a moment to breathe and really see things for what they are. As far as I know I can't stop time like the character Hiro in the show Heroes (but wouldn't that be SUPERFANTABULOUS?) Anyway, what I can do is be more aware of my surroundings and I try, I really doooooo. I am my father's daughter after all and he's a man that will just randomly notice something really beautiful and take the time to appreciate it. I mean, I've seen this man drive properly full speed on the highway while looking up to the sky just to catch a glimpse of one of our famous prairie sunsets. Scary? Definitely, but I admire him for this quirky habit and wish I could hop on THAT bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that I have great friends that send me many funny emails as well as many beautiful heart felt emails. Mrs. Dwayne THE ROCK Johnson sends me them often because she knows I'm a sucker and some of the most simple things transform into something so beautiful to me that I cry. She once sent me a clip of people (complete strangers to those around them) holding signs that said 'Free Hugs' and would walk up to people and offer them a hug and people would accept! Not only that but some people would see the person holding the sign and run up and give them a big hug. So simple, yet I wept like I had just given birth to my first born. Not that I actually 'know' what that's like but I can only imagine that a new mom just feels so overwhelmed with beauty that it consumes you to the point that you cry and cry and cry until there's no more tears left to shed, but like, in a good way. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, this all brings me to this video of an amazing vocal group that surprises unsuspecting shoppers with a song while they're eating lunch. Please check out the video and enjoy because sometimes life is hard. And if we're VERY lucky like I am, family and friends as well as complete strangers will come in to your life and make your day beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AlphabetPhotography"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/AlphabetPhotography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-361894720043448855?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/361894720043448855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-boo-tee-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/361894720043448855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/361894720043448855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-boo-tee-full.html' title='Life is BOO-TEE-FULL!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4537446944605024867</id><published>2010-11-29T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:23:38.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take two and call me in the morning</title><content type='html'>Everyone around me is sick, including myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;People at work are dropping like flies and well Keith, he got sick the moment we got home from Manitoba last week and he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stiiiiill&lt;/span&gt; sick - poor guy! All I can say is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know how some people do it! You know, they have the spouse, the children, the pets, the extra-curricular activities, etc, and yet they manage to make it through daily life when their family (and possibly themselves) is all ill. Me, I just want to curl up and call my mom over to come take care of me...I can be a bit of a suck when I'm sick. I'm groggy, emotional, irritable and just plain down and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good run though in my opinion. It was only a matter of time till I got sick. With Keith being up all night almost every night for over a week my sleep was beyond lacking. And if there's one thing we all know by now, (if you read my blog on a regular basis) it's that I NEED my sleep. Last night was when it got the best of me and I woke up this morning with a fever. I'm talking a major FEVER, like I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOOT&lt;/span&gt;! I probably could have cooked brunch on my stomach had anyone in our household been well enough to eat it. I mean honestly, the heat was off, I had our bedroom window &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wiiiiiide&lt;/span&gt; open and I was feeling like I had just sat in a sauna for eight hours. You can only imagine how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt; I looked and felt this morning. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that my temperature seems to have gone down and I no longer feel like a dirty, hot washcloth. I do however, have a bit of a headache so I just took a Tylenol and plan to go sleep it off....if Keith doesn't keep me up all night again. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just teasing him - he's well aware that I still love him despite my lack of sleep....but is also aware that I love my sleep too so you know, one of us might end up on the couch tonight. Ce la vie....and to any of you that may be feeling under the weather, take two and call me in the morning - I'm here for you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4537446944605024867?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4537446944605024867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-two-and-call-me-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4537446944605024867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4537446944605024867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-two-and-call-me-in-morning.html' title='Take two and call me in the morning'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5282194158284470102</id><published>2010-11-22T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:16:20.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outted</title><content type='html'>It's official, I've been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OUTED&lt;/span&gt;! It has come to my attention that my not-so-evil &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;step mom&lt;/span&gt; and oh-so-adorable brother came across by blog last week. To be honest, I really, honestly thought I had sent them an email telling them about it and how they could stay tuned. I mean, I obviously didn't so then it makes me wonder, what the H**L is wrong with me?! When do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IIIIIII&lt;/span&gt; not take every opportunity to talk about myself or tell people how I've found new and exciting ways to talk about myself?! I'll tell you WHEN, it's when I blog things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/pimp-n-hos-night.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have subconsciously tried to hide them from the harsh reality that I, Kim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cullins&lt;/span&gt;, have a potty mouth and a dirty mind on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; and when I say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; I mean any time that I'm not sleeping. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the truth everyone! It's staring the truth STRAIGHT in the eye and I love it! This is for all those people that may have gotten reprimanded for something they said on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; or in a blog about work, this is for those people that think they're too good to let their real side show and *scoff* at other peoples lives (you know you're jealous) and this is for my family and friends that can say they knew the REAL Kim because they accepted me for who I really am and because they read my blog (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; I have to plug my blog in a victorious rant.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) and this is mostly for myself because - I *insert naughty word here* ROCK! I live my blog the way I live my life - I am who I am and if you can't handle it, no one said you had to be part of it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's good to get those self-affirmations out, isn't it?! Oh, and before I forget (because we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaaalllll&lt;/span&gt; know how I tend to forget things) I should mention that my not-so-evil &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;step mom&lt;/span&gt; and oh-so adorable brother had so many nice things to say about my blog and I thank them for that. Although, they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diiiiid&lt;/span&gt; mention something about having a chat with me about the 'bad words' I use. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. WHO? ME?! NEVER! *replace naughty words and insert nice words here* &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5282194158284470102?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5282194158284470102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/outted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5282194158284470102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5282194158284470102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/outted.html' title='Outted'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4786277927276555059</id><published>2010-11-18T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:31:42.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond memories</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, just sometimes, life goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;You're hanging out, watching t.v. and enjoying some R&amp;amp;R when you get that call. Most people know what call I'm talking about. The sad voice on the other end that's just so sad that you know something is wrong and you're crying before you even actually know what's wrong. That's the call I got last night from my dad to tell me that my Grandma H had passed away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Grandma H, this blog is for you (and you too Grandpa H)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got that phone call from dad and cried my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;puuuurty&lt;/span&gt; blue eyes out and made phone calls and etc, I got to thinking of SO MANY really fun times with you. It's not like we ever got wild or anything but you were just enjoyable to be around and I like to think that in many ways I take after you. I mean, let's be honest, you and I know how to TALK TALK TALK constantly and mostly, it's about nothing in particular which was fine by us.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time you met Keith. You were so tired and you had said you didn't think you up for company for too long but when saw Keith come through that door your eyes LIT right up and correct me if I'm wrong but I'm pretty sure if I wasn't there you would have hit on him BIG TIME.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. And don't even try to deny it because I saw you batting your 'baby blues' at him on more than one occasion. But no worries, I was flattered that you thought he was cute and that you obviously approved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that time made me also think about how you have such a big heart and you were always the one that 'fussed' over everyone to make sure that they were provided for without ever asking for anything in return or complaining about it afterwards. I think that the most common thing we shared is that you and I both secretly enjoy being 'fussed' over. I remember how proud and flattered you would get any time someone took the time to let you know that you're important and are just as worthy of being the center of attention as the next person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oooooohhh&lt;/span&gt; how you used to try to convince us not to get you birthday or Christmas gifts but when we came in hand with a present you really would just sparkle. And you grandma, deserve to sparkle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our most recent visit for your 85&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday you spoke so fondly of grandpa and I just know that he welcomed you with open arms. It's been almost ten years since he passed away and I'm sure it will be a beautiful moment when you two meet again. By the way, can you perhaps not tell him that I gained weight back - otherwise I owe him $100 bucks and I seriously have no idea what the address is where you are so I can't even send a cheque. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago I told you how in some ways Keith reminds me of grandpa so if he asks how we are, please tell him that I found myself a handsome, stubborn type but VERY loving fellow - just like him.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma H, I only have one regret and that is how I would have preferred that my visit this weekend was to come up and say hi instead of goodbye. But instead of saying goodbye, I just want to say a big thank you! Thank you for those summers we'd spend in your garden laughing our asses off at basically nothing, for those summers up at Clear Lake where we ate ice cream till we could puke, thank you for our MANY talks and introducing me to The Inquirer with all it's hilarious but juicy gossip, thank you for always making me feel beautiful no matter what size I was, thank you for your sense of humour and as always, thank you for your love. You will truly be missed and I love you with all my heart. May your rest happily for all eternity. *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt; to infinity (and beyond)* ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4786277927276555059?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4786277927276555059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/fond-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4786277927276555059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4786277927276555059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/fond-memories.html' title='Fond memories'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5700559865867890039</id><published>2010-11-08T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:33:31.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp n' Hos' night</title><content type='html'>Here I am yet again, with not only Keith on my back to blog but I have friends harassing me as well!&lt;br /&gt;SO, without any further delays, here is my 'Ode to my Hos' blog which will mainly consist of pics of us out on our Halloween adventure. As you'll notice, there's a theme and a raunchy and fun one at that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIzc7b-2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/K59A8QbJ-2w/s1600/Picture+737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537255790628043618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIzc7b-2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/K59A8QbJ-2w/s320/Picture+737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PIMPIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIy0CI7lI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_Ap3_KqAbPo/s1600/Picture+738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537255779650301522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIy0CI7lI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_Ap3_KqAbPo/s320/Picture+738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIyhTGoYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/801O09AFR9k/s1600/Picture+739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537255774621180290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIyhTGoYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/801O09AFR9k/s320/Picture+739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIyRliJII/AAAAAAAAAbk/i0Dl0SYkFOc/s1600/Picture+740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537255770403513474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIyRliJII/AAAAAAAAAbk/i0Dl0SYkFOc/s320/Picture+740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kwasy&lt;/span&gt; (left side - above pic) was my 'run of the mill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;' for the night! She's a lady with MANY trades. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHxEc7mBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VSp3QEnkdAA/s1600/Picture+742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537254650186274834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHxEc7mBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VSp3QEnkdAA/s320/Picture+742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Mrs. Dwayne THE ROCK Johnson' (left side - above pic) was my 'special needs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;' for customers with a 'special request'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHw_2UabI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8XPZ62w_bo4/s1600/Picture+743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537254648950581682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHw_2UabI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8XPZ62w_bo4/s320/Picture+743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHwdW2XZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/STWUc8lap1w/s1600/Picture+744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537254639691783570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHwdW2XZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/STWUc8lap1w/s320/Picture+744.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHv_LMp2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6qc5PYB4zWk/s1600/Picture+745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537254631589848930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHv_LMp2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/6qc5PYB4zWk/s320/Picture+745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Ash (right side - above pic) was my 'HARDCORE 80s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;' for customers that are still living in the 80s. Trust me people, they still exist! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHuypmckI/AAAAAAAAAa8/CT-sz-7RuSw/s1600/Picture+746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537254611047838274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhHuypmckI/AAAAAAAAAa8/CT-sz-7RuSw/s320/Picture+746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhGatq2VyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_BGqyXgFAVA/s1600/Picture+747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537253166601885474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhGatq2VyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_BGqyXgFAVA/s320/Picture+747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 'accountant' (left side - above pic) made an appearance as well and even took time to take part in the fun as you'll see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhGaHXtlVI/AAAAAAAAAas/W8x-6qQzlaE/s1600/Picture+748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537253156321072466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhGaHXtlVI/AAAAAAAAAas/W8x-6qQzlaE/s320/Picture+748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhGZx8DY2I/AAAAAAAAAak/yBUq0YyxpJA/s1600/Picture+749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537253150567916386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhGZx8DY2I/AAAAAAAAAak/yBUq0YyxpJA/s320/Picture+749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yes my dear 'accountant', you truly are SPECIAL! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The BEST DOLLAR 'Mrs. Dwayne THE ROCK Johnson' ever spent was on those glasses.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhGY295wzI/AAAAAAAAAac/WvIiP7BnNN0/s1600/Picture+750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537253134737982258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhGY295wzI/AAAAAAAAAac/WvIiP7BnNN0/s320/Picture+750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhEfb9qrBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EUhcJfAeGlQ/s1600/Picture+752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537251048725064722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhEfb9qrBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EUhcJfAeGlQ/s320/Picture+752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right! It's me and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOOOOOOOOOOOOs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhEeW8xNHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JzR1F_OdkmE/s1600/Picture+753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537251030199252082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhEeW8xNHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JzR1F_OdkmE/s320/Picture+753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhEeAtfgZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ENmCv6rg4LQ/s1600/Picture+754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537251024229597586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhEeAtfgZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ENmCv6rg4LQ/s320/Picture+754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snell (left side-above pic) was our 'High Class HO' for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhEd7zoFTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/n8SI-I5C8hs/s1600/Picture+755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537251022913148210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhEd7zoFTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/n8SI-I5C8hs/s320/Picture+755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhDiOBpxXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bh5dKx1BE24/s1600/Picture+757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537249997011666290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhDiOBpxXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bh5dKx1BE24/s320/Picture+757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Mrs. Dwayne THE ROCK Johnson' aka our 'special needs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' (above pic - right side) was about to earn her keep for the night. For privacy reasons I have cut out the customer she is entertaining'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JUST KIDDING people! It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and we were in costume &amp;amp; character &amp;amp; having fun (in between yawning)! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;T'was&lt;/span&gt; a great night and I'm glad I have people in my life that got in the spirit of things! Most of all, I love that they were wanting me to blog about it with no reservations about it all being on the world wide net. However, now that I've posted this and they read it, they may make me remove it.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naaaahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, they be a cool bunch of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOOOOOOOOs&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhDhticf9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/WeOU1r6x2r4/s1600/Picture+759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537249988290838482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhDhticf9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/WeOU1r6x2r4/s320/Picture+759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to my lovely ladies!!! I look forward to coming up with something equally crazy and fun next year. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5700559865867890039?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5700559865867890039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/pimp-n-hos-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5700559865867890039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5700559865867890039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/11/pimp-n-hos-night.html' title='Pimp n&apos; Hos&apos; night'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TNhIzc7b-2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/K59A8QbJ-2w/s72-c/Picture+737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6382783019663134072</id><published>2010-10-25T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:17:29.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent-agious!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here I am blogging to get Keith off my back already! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, not really, it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;more so&lt;/span&gt; because I haven't blogged in forever (which Keith keeps reminding me) and because I have the computer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaalllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to myself. In light of putting the condo up for sale we took my computer down to make our home look more 'homey', not to be confused with 'homely'.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going through withdrawal? Perhaps. Am I in denial? Definitely! I mean, do I miss having my own computer? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I do. But would I die without it? Hopefully not.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't miss the obligation to check it every day but when I randomly think up something I want to google I miss being able to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOOKATITRIGHTNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RIGHTNOWDAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have we been up to lately? Well we've been up to what feels like a whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nothing yet I find we've been busy. I ask myself constantly how is this possible but I don't know - it just is what it is. Maybe I'm taking more naps....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hhhmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that COULD be the answer.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now that I'm over that UGLY phase of insomnia I have been sleeping for as long as I can whenever I can. I wonder if my body is trying to make up for lost time but I've been told it's not possible. However, I'm sure my pj's, my pillow covered in drool and I would beg to differ if a debate was ever to arise. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a few things I wanted to vent out but alas, I don't think I'm up for getting into it all. Maybe I'll do a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cole's&lt;/span&gt; Notes version. Bare with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vent #1) Dear Unknown, Since you have children, then maybe it's about time to stop acting like one.&lt;br /&gt;Vent #2) Dear neighbour, Get over it!&lt;br /&gt;Vent #3) Dear Sisters, you're all over the age of 40 so isn't it about time you put differences aside? I think you all passed the test of 'Who can hold a grudge the longest' but may find yourself failing the 'Test of forgiveness'.&lt;br /&gt;Vent #4) A friend once told me that nothing is private on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I find myself stumped at what we all STILL willingly put on here. NEWSFLASH! If you write something so-called 'private' on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's NOT PRIVATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vent #5) Dear Real Estate Agent, NO we do NOT want you as our agent at this time, YES we WILL let you know if we change our minds and PLEASE for the love of GAWD stop calling us on a daily basis or I very well may SNAP on you. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done &amp;amp; Done! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6382783019663134072?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6382783019663134072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/vent-agious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6382783019663134072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6382783019663134072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/vent-agious.html' title='Vent-agious!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4538143377279516777</id><published>2010-10-12T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:56:10.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OFFICIAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why hello there everyone! It's been a while since I've posted but that's because we've been busy. That's right - BUSY because I have great news to share! After much decluttering, cleaning and 'staging', our condo is UP FOR SALE!!! YAAAAAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you know anyone that is looking for a new home? If so, please send them my way for any questions they may have or for a viewing! I can be reached at 591-4818 or by email at &lt;a href="mailto:blondandyours@yahoo.com"&gt;blondandyours@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you look below you will find our advertisement as well as some pictures. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1-BEDROOM CONDO FOR SALE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$146,000&lt;br /&gt;North-West Regina on Rochdale Blvd (will give address to those interested in viewing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 600-square feet apartment style condominium was built in 1982 in the North-West area of Regina.&lt;br /&gt;The condo unit is located on the second floor and the balcony faces the south side of the building with a good view of open space.&lt;br /&gt;- includes one electrified parking stall w/ additional stalls available for $20/month.&lt;br /&gt;- in-suite laundry&lt;br /&gt;- the balcony is off the living room with adjacent storage/furnace room&lt;br /&gt;- fridge, stove, washer, dryer, and microwave negotiable&lt;br /&gt;- two ceiling fans – one in kitchen and one in bedroom&lt;br /&gt;- 4-piece bathroom&lt;br /&gt;- water heater rented&lt;br /&gt;Condo fees include on-site caretaker, outside and common area maintenance, building insurance, and reserve fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPGRADES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2006&lt;br /&gt;• Installed new light fixtures throughout&lt;br /&gt;• Installed new laminated flooring throughout&lt;br /&gt;• Installed new linoleum in bathroom and closet space (other then the bedroom closets which has laminated flooring)&lt;br /&gt;• New paint throughout the condo unit in neutral colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2008&lt;br /&gt;• New low-maintenance siding installed on building&lt;br /&gt;• New aluminum deck flooring and railings installed on building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2009&lt;br /&gt;• New furnace and central air-conditioning unit installed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of Regina Property Tax 2010 - $827.55 / annual&lt;br /&gt;Condo Fee - $155.00 / month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This location is ideal for seniors or first-time home buyers. If you have any questions or like to schedule to view the place, please contact Kim at (306) 545-5242 or e-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:blondandyours@yahoo.com"&gt;blondandyours@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUCp2NtA6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8OR9TCIaWd8/s1600/Living+Room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527327035618034594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUCp2NtA6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8OR9TCIaWd8/s320/Living+Room.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUAxXdI-DI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PH_MRWzZTeQ/s1600/Front+Hallway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527324965776980018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUAxXdI-DI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PH_MRWzZTeQ/s320/Front+Hallway.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUAxGVsG_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/6XPxkeqmXC4/s1600/Bedroom2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527324961182325746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUAxGVsG_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/6XPxkeqmXC4/s320/Bedroom2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUAw9eKpII/AAAAAAAAAX8/3WJ7HVDmsQI/s1600/Bedroom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527324958801962114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUAw9eKpII/AAAAAAAAAX8/3WJ7HVDmsQI/s320/Bedroom1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUAwhCb3DI/AAAAAAAAAX0/QzQY9OgqBQk/s1600/Bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527324951169457202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUAwhCb3DI/AAAAAAAAAX0/QzQY9OgqBQk/s320/Bathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUBbUBefMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fIL4zGTOEaw/s1600/Ext1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527325686410149058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUBbUBefMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fIL4zGTOEaw/s320/Ext1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUBbE-JM7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/U_TZ45zheHw/s1600/Kitchen+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527325682369639346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUBbE-JM7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/U_TZ45zheHw/s320/Kitchen+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4538143377279516777?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4538143377279516777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4538143377279516777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4538143377279516777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s OFFICIAL!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TLUCp2NtA6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8OR9TCIaWd8/s72-c/Living+Room.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7696020852368985990</id><published>2010-09-26T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:46:16.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>Well, we may be getting ahead of ourselves in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cullins&lt;/span&gt; household but so be it! We're currently waiting to hear back from the bank about a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' thing called a mortgage. And when I say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' I mean BIG, like in HUGE deal! If we play our cards right this will mean more space (which we need), no noisy neighbours (which my sanity needs), a place with a dishwasher (which Keith's sanity needs) and above all else, a place we can call home TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Keith I was in an apartment and while that was great and all, they kept raising my rent. It had gotten to the point that we were spending a majority of our time together and it just made sense. Plus, I bitched and moaned about them raising my rent and I expressed how I would prefer to live in a box to save money for a place to own instead of renting and call it my home. As in, that's right, I OWN you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biatch&lt;/span&gt; OOOWWWWNNNN you! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith being the Knight and Shining Armour that he is 'allowed' me to move in with him as a result of my bitching and moaning.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, this came with consequences. Smaller place = less entertaining for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kimster&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;And, if anyone knows me at all, they know how much I like to entertain! That's right, this girl knows how to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paaaarrrrrt&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaay&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wiiiine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, where was I heading with this? OH! RIGHT! So we've been looking online even though we're not sure if we'll get the loan or not but whatever, it's fun. What people post AMAZES me to the point that I want to put a note on their door or contact their Real Estate agent and be like 'FOR &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REALZ&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as:&lt;br /&gt;One add stated 'Basement appears to be made of concrete but no guarantee'. Like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ZOINKS&lt;/span&gt;, no thank you! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another add had one picture to which I was like 'ONE picture - of the bathroom'? It's like, 'Thanks for showing me where I can piss &amp;amp; shit, is that where I eat and sleep too'? Again, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ZOINKS&lt;/span&gt; and no thanks! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the search continues.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7696020852368985990?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7696020852368985990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/house-hunting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7696020852368985990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7696020852368985990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5355354955153095592</id><published>2010-09-25T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:28:50.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>While it seems our furry critter is gone, we are still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;marley&lt;/span&gt;-proofing the condo and finding 'remnants' of him around. Not like poop or anything (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) more like foam padding he dug out from behind the couch or things that he got into that we haven't put back in their place. Like today, I got to put the toilet paper roll back on to the actual dispenser! I mean, it's nice to have the toilet paper back where it belongs but let's face it, obviously we'd rather have Marley kicking around and destroying the toilet paper. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, I came across the last photo we got of him before he left us (far too early in life) to go play and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chitter&lt;/span&gt; in pet heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJ453rmQ_uI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PtIU3pBdQKs/s1600/IMG_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520913821961617122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJ453rmQ_uI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PtIU3pBdQKs/s200/IMG_2216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, isn't he cuuuuuute? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new thing around here seems to be that odd species are putting up camp on our balcony. In a previous post I spoke of the spider we noticed that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OHSOGROSS&lt;/span&gt;! But not only has he refused to acknowledge my eviction notice, it seems that he's actually expanded and done some home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;renos&lt;/span&gt;! If I wasn't deathly afraid of him I would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bitch-slap&lt;/span&gt; him off of our property. Instead, he and I have a nightly date where I tip toe passed him to sit on the balcony to enjoy the evening. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;, instead of looking at the sky and enjoying the 'scenery', I end up watching him the entire to time to make sure he's not planning an attack on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On top of the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shinnanigans&lt;/span&gt; with the BEAST of a spider, I went out one day to find this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJ470IqKBHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QXgysPFYMLo/s1600/IMG_2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520915960066344050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJ470IqKBHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QXgysPFYMLo/s200/IMG_2223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; is THAT?! Most people would say a 'bee' but I BEG to differ! That was no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;f'ing&lt;/span&gt; BEE! That was some mutant that came from another planet! The picture doesn't do any justice as to how big that ugly thing really was! We measured it at about 3/4 the length of my thumb and probably twice the fatness! And the wings, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLECH&lt;/span&gt;, the WINGS looked like they were made of plant leaves but thinner, like almost see through. The weirdest thing was that it didn't really have any intentions of moving. It just sat there, hanging out like he/she too was checking out the property at an open house. I almost offered it some coffee or tea when I realized, oh right, this is my land &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BIATCH&lt;/span&gt;! So I did what any self-respecting woman would do. I went and got Keith! He came to my rescue and beat the crap out of that thing and that was that! As much as I hate the BEAST of a spider, I felt I kind of owed it to him since he settled on our property first. Plus, that thing in that picture above was a FA-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REAK&lt;/span&gt; of nature. I mean, so are spiders but I think in this case, the BEAST of a spider is the lesser of the two evils. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5355354955153095592?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5355354955153095592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/possibly-good-news-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5355354955153095592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5355354955153095592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/possibly-good-news-everyone.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJ453rmQ_uI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PtIU3pBdQKs/s72-c/IMG_2216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4504778098491727049</id><published>2010-09-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:04:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Biebs!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it's been forever since I've posted. I've kind of avoided signing in to tell you the truth. It's hard signing in and seeing my last posting with pics of our dear, sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuddlebug&lt;/span&gt; of a F***NUGGET Marley. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have certainly been quiet around here and we're missing him tons! I'm still in the habit of getting out of bed earlier to play with him before hopping in the shower. At night when I hear a random sound, I think it's him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ransacking&lt;/span&gt; his cage. And in the evenings, instead of playing around with him and getting irritated that he's trying to climb up my pant leg, I'm missing him trying to climb up my pant leg.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. To pass the time and make it more bearable at home without him, I feel we've just been avoiding home more often. I know with time it'll get better but for now, it's still just...hard. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking tonight on how there are so many puns in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conjunction&lt;/span&gt; with Justin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bieber&lt;/span&gt; such as '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bieber&lt;/span&gt; Fever' and I thought  - the next big thing will be an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;excersize&lt;/span&gt; video called '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biebersize&lt;/span&gt;'! I'm documenting this now so that I have rights (to some of the profits) because I'm 100% positive that within a year from now, there will be some tween &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; video with teeny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boppers&lt;/span&gt; dancing around with 'jazz hands' to the music of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biebster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. And, if it's really good, it will star the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biebs&lt;/span&gt;' himself. Although, I have a feeling that if he was in the actual video it would end up looking something like his concerts which would involve 13 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; looking like cougars and crying the entire time. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I buy '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biebersize&lt;/span&gt;' when it's released (because we all know it's GONNA happen?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Helz&lt;/span&gt; to the NO! I'm old fashioned and prefer my '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sweatin&lt;/span&gt;' to the Oldies'. Which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; enough happens to be a bunch of actual cougars who happen to be crying, and sweaty! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. That's right, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt;! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4504778098491727049?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4504778098491727049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/da-biebs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4504778098491727049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4504778098491727049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/da-biebs.html' title='Da Biebs!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3914937072156573371</id><published>2010-09-17T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:01:37.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Marley</title><content type='html'>Sorry to start things off on a sad note but it's basically been a horrible week. :(&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I lost my ability to sleep for the past two weeks but sadly, we have lost our little Marley, our adorable, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; F***NUGGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard to say the least and quite the adjustment. He was our first 'baby' together as a couple and we just loved him OH SO MUCH and already miss him OH SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, here's to Marley: You were here for a short time but you will remain in our memories for a lifetime. You brought us much joy, laughter, entertainment and cuddling (even if you didn't want to be cuddled). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3Lq3s8KI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ybMiwW8a4z8/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518096117061709986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3Lq3s8KI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ybMiwW8a4z8/s200/IMG_1744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3LPESaSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/R2mkPQ2YR74/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518096109598304546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3LPESaSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/R2mkPQ2YR74/s200/IMG_1651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3KqakTHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/e8nYk6HAouM/s1600/Kim+%26+Marley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518096099759639666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3KqakTHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/e8nYk6HAouM/s200/Kim+%26+Marley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3KCP_N6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkYZ5RWbrv8/s1600/Keith+%26+Marley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518096088977848226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3KCP_N6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkYZ5RWbrv8/s200/Keith+%26+Marley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ2Dk5Tg6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/5S5UeGR7EIU/s1600/IMG_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518094878507238306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ2Dk5Tg6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/5S5UeGR7EIU/s200/IMG_2210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ2DJQOjYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BBDZYjYGSU4/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518094871087189378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ2DJQOjYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BBDZYjYGSU4/s200/IMG_2208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ2Cp2oOYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cA-Er83nhdk/s1600/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518094862658320770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ2Cp2oOYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cA-Er83nhdk/s200/IMG_2207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ2CJ91W2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/30wgStjUMhg/s1600/IMG_2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518094854098606946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ2CJ91W2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/30wgStjUMhg/s200/IMG_2206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3MZCGDJI/AAAAAAAAAXc/U0eH5F1Yaz8/s1600/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518096129453329554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3MZCGDJI/AAAAAAAAAXc/U0eH5F1Yaz8/s200/IMG_1761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just the cutest thing you've ever seen??? Ah, this is really hard so I'm just going to end this posting here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3914937072156573371?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3914937072156573371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/tribute-to-marley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3914937072156573371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3914937072156573371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/tribute-to-marley.html' title='A tribute to Marley'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TJQ3Lq3s8KI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ybMiwW8a4z8/s72-c/IMG_1744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8488425651842437423</id><published>2010-09-11T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:45:41.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley and Me</title><content type='html'>Dang, I've been so forgetful lately! I meant to post this pic of Marley and me. Since I've been off this week, we've had some good quality time. I know some people thought we were freaks when we got a ferret but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt; - we kind of are freaks and PROUD of it.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. We love him and that's all that really matters. Kind of hard not to love a face like his, or MINE for that matter.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Like how I can make anything about me? - it's a talent. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIvanuHgBxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mTrCdr3qMzo/s1600/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515742544574547730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIvanuHgBxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mTrCdr3qMzo/s200/IMG_2213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for being forgetful...ugh, it's been ridonkulous lately! I'm not sure what's gotten into me! Last week I went to the ATM at our local 711, punched my numbers in, took my card out and walked away. Went up to pay for my items, opened my wallet and I was like 'Uuuuhhhh, where's my money'? Then I felt myself barf up my heart and I ran back to the ATM in the corner of the local 711 and THANK GAWD my money was still there. Like, calls don't get closer than that. It could have been easily gone in a second had someone noticed it since I lulled around the store for a few minutes and then waited in line for a few minutes. All I can say is PHEEEEW and send a shout out to the BIG man upstairs for looking out for me in that moment! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8488425651842437423?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8488425651842437423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/marley-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8488425651842437423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8488425651842437423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/marley-and-me.html' title='Marley and Me'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIvanuHgBxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mTrCdr3qMzo/s72-c/IMG_2213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4086622631607901536</id><published>2010-09-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:24:33.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be back...</title><content type='html'>It's good to be back on the NET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Keith and I should get a medal for surviving 3 and a HALF days without the internet. It was horrible, we actually had to kill time by actually doing things together. NAH, JUST KIDDING! lol. It was really quite nice not to have the distraction of the net especially while I was on holidays. I was forced to go out and do stuff instead of mindlessly perusing the world wide web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that on my outings I did some productive things but then I'd be a liar. Hhhmmm, then again, I had no witnesses to argue that I wasn't productive....in THAT case - I WAS productive. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, you can judge for yourselves. :) I spent one day drinking wine, eating cupcakes and crap while watching movies with a good friend. We watched 'The Hangover' and had some good laughs. I forgot how rindonkulous that movie is but I mean that in a good way. Every time I think of the one character realizing he's missing a tooth, I giggle uncontrollably - I may or may not have peed a little. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night Keith and I went out for supper with my best gal pal of all time and her husband who's like my brother from another mother. It was really nice because we rarely go out and wine and dine ourselves. Plus, the food was delish and D &amp;amp; R were great to visit with. Usually when we get together since we're all so short on time it's a gong show of friends and kids which is always fun and entertaining. However, this one time, I was a wee bit selfish and loved having the two of them to ourselves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went furniture shopping with my gal pal Flynns and she picked out a new bed set so like how JEALOUS am I?! Oh how I long for the day when we get a bigger place and I can redecorate and buy pretty things and paint and make a nice comfy home for us. But that's like FOREVER away so enough of that pipe dream for the time being. I did notice one thing though, furniture seems to have gone down in price which is like YAY! So if any of you are looking to buy, now is the time to go. I believe The Brick is doing a sale tomorrow where it's 20% off! If only I had the mo...okay okay, I'll stop. I mean, I'm not bitter at aaaalllll about how I can't get the couch I would marry if it were legal. Oh, and of course if I wasn't married to Keith. :)&lt;br /&gt;Although, it's hard to resist wanting a guy THIS adorable when he sleeps. (honey, please forgive me but I just haaad to). I could honestly just HUG ATTACK him when I see him like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIvUqeG-okI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zi2QKAxN0hc/s1600/IMG_2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515735994747232834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIvUqeG-okI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zi2QKAxN0hc/s200/IMG_2214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And while Keith rested just like he is in the the picture above this morning, I handled our internet, our prrreeecious getting hooked back up. Really, all I had to do was answer the phone when they called at 8am but still, 8am - don't these people realize I'm on VACAY baaaaabeeeee?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of my vacay, it's almost over which is a little sad. I kind of feel like I just had a long weekend and it's only 2 more days till I'm back to work. However, I am thankful that I had a week to just do whatever I wanted when I wanted. I got some good visiting in, some great R&amp;amp;R in and of course, I got to enjoy lots of food and wine. teehee. I'm also thankful that I had the week off because apparently I'd come down with a case of insomnia for a few nights in a row. No shocker there since I occasionally go through periods of insomnia which can easily drive a person batty. I'm used to the lack of sleep but I guess I'll never get used to random nights of trying to sleep and getting so angry about not being able to sleep that I end up unbelievably frustrated. Buuuut, that's a story for another time! I think I'm well on my way to getting my internet 'fill' for the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LATA! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4086622631607901536?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4086622631607901536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-good-to-be-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4086622631607901536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4086622631607901536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-good-to-be-back.html' title='It&apos;s good to be back...'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIvUqeG-okI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zi2QKAxN0hc/s72-c/IMG_2214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8274480364418137233</id><published>2010-09-07T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:18:14.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First two days of my vacay 'excursions'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aight&lt;/span&gt;, so here's the lowdown! I have been BEGGING anyone that goes to Clear Lake, Manitoba to bring me back some cinnamon buns from the bakery! And oh, how it finally paid off! (It only took say, oh, about 5 years.lol.) However, my ANGEL of a friend J.G. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me yesterday and said 'Hey, I got you a couple of cinnamon buns, when can I drop them off'? I was like, 'Um, please tell me you're actually downstairs right now ready to buzz me with the goods'!!! Okay, I didn't say that but I thought it. I can't even try to describe how absolutely yummy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrumptious&lt;/span&gt; they are! I mean, even after a day in a vehicle they were a delight but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOOHHH&lt;/span&gt;, to have them fresh from the bakery - I think I would DIE! So, in a way it's a good thing they were not-so-fresh when they got here. I mean, I CAPITAL L-O-V-E them, but I would prefer not to die.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXLKp88PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NHtAlm3EUXc/s1600/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514401749344776434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXLKp88PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NHtAlm3EUXc/s200/IMG_2170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXKJDhoFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/tX1QNXLXDSc/s1600/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514401731735298130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXKJDhoFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/tX1QNXLXDSc/s200/IMG_2173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today my friend Jenn D and I headed to Moose Jaw for some shopping and wondering aimlessly. After trying the slots at the Moose Jaw Casino (and sucking at it), we went to check out the local shops and when I say local shops, I mean the one store with all the yummy fudge. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;, I bought fudge - chocolate mint to be exact. I cannot wait to get my sweet tooth into it but it will have to wait. Why? Because if there's a trip to Moose Jaw, there's a trip to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vu&lt;/span&gt; cafe which means I had a milkshake and (lowers head in shame) wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEP&lt;/span&gt; - this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; = WEIGHT GAIN! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Moose Jaw we headed to Buffalo Pound and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NNNNOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, we DID not get lost even though we overlooked a sign right in front of us but we thought we were going the wrong way so we turned around and drove passed a sign that had an arrow pointing in the same direction we just turned away from saying 'Buffalo Pound' and when we turned back from the actual wrong direction and saw the sign that we totally overlooked I did not say '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NnNnNnOoOoO&lt;/span&gt;' shaking my fist in the air. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;, that SO did NOT happen. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after not getting lost - we got to the beach and hung out on the lawn and got some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suuun&lt;/span&gt;. FINALLY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXJe6Hw7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/fepNABMc40Q/s1600/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514401720421565362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXJe6Hw7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/fepNABMc40Q/s200/IMG_2184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXIoijn7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/_8NwQXJcSI0/s1600/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514401705827213234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXIoijn7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/_8NwQXJcSI0/s200/IMG_2185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then after baking for 20 on one side and flipping and baking on the other side, we went for a stroll. A short, but perfect stroll. Along the way as we're yapping Jenn D randomly shouted 'A SNAKE - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KIIIIM&lt;/span&gt;, A SNAKE'!!! Thank goodness she did because I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juuuust&lt;/span&gt; about to step on a creepy crawly snake. I handled myself pretty well though as I only jumped maybe a foot in the air and yelped only a little.lol. I didn't have my camera so we went back to the truck to get it and in the safety of the truck we drove back to where it was. Jenn D took pictures and DID not toss some rocks at it to see if it was dead.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, she did toss a few teeny tiny rocks at it to see if it would budge and it didn't. Dead or alive, I would have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FAAAAH&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REAKED&lt;/span&gt; if I stepped on it. Apparently, and this may or may not be true, but the more colorful a snake is, the more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poinsonous&lt;/span&gt; it is. Check out the colors on this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXH59cOpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Fm7d6qnknOg/s1600/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514401693323508370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXH59cOpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Fm7d6qnknOg/s200/IMG_2191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alas, I am alive and perhaps the snake is or is not. Although, it really is a shame. As much as snakes creep the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHYTE&lt;/span&gt; outta me, it is kind of beautiful in a 'Lady Gaga with makeup on' sorta way. OH SNAP! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8274480364418137233?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8274480364418137233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-two-days-of-my-vacay-excursions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8274480364418137233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8274480364418137233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-two-days-of-my-vacay-excursions.html' title='First two days of my vacay &apos;excursions&apos;...'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TIcXLKp88PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NHtAlm3EUXc/s72-c/IMG_2170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6888480136850692444</id><published>2010-09-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:04:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTCHA!</title><content type='html'>I bet you guys thought that was all I was going to type in my previous blog. But nope, I tricked you. I'm still here but yes, I'M ON &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VACAY&lt;/span&gt; BEBE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I started my holiday off by going to watch some friends tie the knot last night after work. It was a beautiful night but not as beautiful as mine and Keith's wedding but that's only because I'm bias. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I have attacked the dishes and managed to clean out two cupboards that were overridden with Tupperware and random crap. I wanted to get it out of the way so that I don't spend my entire &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; cleaning and purging and rearranging and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am mapping out my time and it goes a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Nooky&lt;br /&gt;Nap&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;Sing like I sound like Lady Gaga (and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perhaaaps&lt;/span&gt; like I look like her) :s&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Moose Jaw&lt;br /&gt;Bake? (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Do the Tango while eating cookies&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Huggin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Dance around Condo like I'm have a grasshopper in my pants&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo Pound&lt;br /&gt;Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kissin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Some cleaning and laundry? (maybe) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And above all else - random stuff that puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do anything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; fun you will be sure to see pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone and have a wonderful week!&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. OH, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; DRINKS will be had because my wonderful husband bought me a BIG BAG O' BOOZE to work on while I'm off. Nobody knows me better. Thanks love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6888480136850692444?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6888480136850692444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/gotcha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6888480136850692444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6888480136850692444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/gotcha.html' title='GOTCHA!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4098201022965227103</id><published>2010-09-04T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:54:15.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on VAAACAAAY!</title><content type='html'>'Nuff said! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4098201022965227103?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4098201022965227103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-on-vaaacaaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4098201022965227103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4098201022965227103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-on-vaaacaaay.html' title='I&apos;m on VAAACAAAY!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8996754635835995013</id><published>2010-08-29T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:48:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley + ice cream = ASS EXPLOSION!</title><content type='html'>Marley, like us, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looooves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;! It only makes sense that we share with him when we have some. Last night I think I went a little overboard and gave him too much. How do we know this, one might ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got up this morning only to find some 'residue' on the floor in the short 'hallway' that is located between our bedroom and bathroom. I had no idea what it was but thought, wow, it looks like something exploded. Looks like I was right! That something that exploded was Marley's ass! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Poor guy. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, that little critter has great aiming skills because there was no way I would have thought it had come from him if it wasn't for Keith noticing there was similar 'residue' on the wall of his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear that Marley takes after Keith in most cases, but as it turns out...he reacts the same to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; as I do. Unfortunately I think Marley and I agree that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sssooo&lt;/span&gt; worth it.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Hence, here we are, debating whether or not to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson NOT learned.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8996754635835995013?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8996754635835995013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/marley-ice-cream-ass-explosion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8996754635835995013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8996754635835995013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/marley-ice-cream-ass-explosion.html' title='Marley + ice cream = ASS EXPLOSION!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8048619962052619747</id><published>2010-08-23T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:27:27.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination baby - it really turns me oooonnn.</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I had a HUGE burst of energy and devised a 'not so devious' plan to try that recipe for homemade marshmallows tonight. See:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/homemade-marshmallows-who-knew.html"&gt;http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/homemade-marshmallows-who-knew.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the feeling passed quickly as the afternoon carried on. So instead, I made a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DELISCIOUS&lt;/span&gt; pasta dish and my dear Auntie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pegster&lt;/span&gt; joined us for a delictable supper and even more delictable wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved everyone from having to see boring photos documenting my every move because I was running behind and just wanted to get 'er done and EAT! But next time my dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogfriends&lt;/span&gt; - YOU, are in trouble because chances are, I will take photos. Why? Because it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ssssssssssssssssssooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; mouthwatering good and ofcourse, IMADORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pasta (pretty much any kind you like but I use &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Multigrain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fusilli&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) 2-3 cloves of Garlic&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Approx&lt;/span&gt;. half of a White Onion&lt;br /&gt;4) Black Olives&lt;br /&gt;5) Green Olives&lt;br /&gt;6) Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;7) Approx. a teaspoon or so of butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to heat up pasta and chop the remaining ingredients up (aside from the olive oil and butter or margarine - pfft, obviously), you are GOOD to GO my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that aren't sure - boil the pasta in one pot. In a another pan such as a frying pan or saute pan, put it on medium and throw in all the chopped ingredients along with the olive oil and butter or margarine to sizzle until the pasta is done cooking. Once the pasta is boiled, drain those fusilli buggers out in a strainer and put back in pot. Fill your plate or bowl up with the pasta and drizzle the sauce over top and mix in accordingly. :) ENJOY - your tastebuds WILL thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can easily adjust the ingredients accordingly and even take some stuff out or add some stuff in but I wouldn't recommend it because it just might not be as good without! It is like SO yum I suggest everyone run out RIGHT NOW and go buy the ingredients and get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - what are you waiting for??? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yooooo&lt;/span&gt;' FACE Chef Gordon Ramsey! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8048619962052619747?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8048619962052619747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/procrastination-baby-it-really-turns-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8048619962052619747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8048619962052619747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/procrastination-baby-it-really-turns-me.html' title='Procrastination baby - it really turns me oooonnn.'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6376986019944656180</id><published>2010-08-22T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:30:23.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That adventures of the....wait for it.....wait for it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;CHERRY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PITTER&lt;/span&gt; (or OLIVE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PITTER&lt;/span&gt;) but for the sake of this blog, I will refer to it as the CHERY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PITTER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if this makes me lame and just further proves that I'm getting older but last weekend my aunt did a little supper in honor of Keith and I getting married. I'll get back to the 'lame' and 'getting older' part in a minute. But why so late in the game (it's only been 7 months) would someone have a supper for us, one might ask - because my grandma said so, that's why.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Now, let's not get carried away. It's not like we got all dolled up or anything. On the menu was veggies with hot dogs or hamburgers - a meal fit for a newly wed couple and guests (it works, right?). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my dear old uncle Darcie and Aunt Elaine got us a cherry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt; among a few other great things. Stay tuned for my next adventure with the MELON &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BALLER&lt;/span&gt;! And no, it's not as kinky as it sounds but BOY am I ever going to have fun with it when I get around to trying it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we are, back at why I'm calling myself lame AND old. Oh, and before I forget, I want to say thanks to Darcie and Elaine as they have included me in a tradition I'm very proud to be part of. The tradition being, no bride should be without a CHERRY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PITTER&lt;/span&gt; or, a MELON &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BALLER&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm no Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen but there's two things I like. One, being cherries and two, being things that make doing other things easier. The whole point of using a cherry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt; is for making pies which would be the case if I were, oh, let's say Betty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocker&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BUUUUUUUUUUT&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not - I'm me and I like being a dork and using my spare time to do things like documenting my every second of pitting the cherries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh whoa is me!!! Where is the 21 year old blond Kim that would be out till 2am the night before and too hung over to do something like this AND the Kim that would make fun of this 31 year old Kim that documented her Sunday evening of cherry pitting?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMtnar-rI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2its3DnVK4k/s1600/IMG_2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408903297923762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMtnar-rI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2its3DnVK4k/s200/IMG_2158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMtG59WWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/mzh1nXqrXiU/s1600/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408894570715490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMtG59WWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/mzh1nXqrXiU/s200/IMG_2160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMs292F_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/cNlKgSnAoN0/s1600/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408890292049906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMs292F_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/cNlKgSnAoN0/s200/IMG_2161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMFgiV3xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/7vSxZp4VEbw/s1600/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408214256213778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMFgiV3xI/AAAAAAAAAU0/7vSxZp4VEbw/s200/IMG_2162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMFFBcSVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SphyjrMmEbk/s1600/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408206870464850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMFFBcSVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SphyjrMmEbk/s200/IMG_2163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMEyqHR1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/1Aw9AGbhmiQ/s1600/IMG_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408201940780882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMEyqHR1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/1Aw9AGbhmiQ/s200/IMG_2164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMEk0dnLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iCeVbSJ39w0/s1600/IMG_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408198226091186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMEk0dnLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iCeVbSJ39w0/s200/IMG_2165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMEO9vlrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7OA-IRvgEkE/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508408192359438002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMEO9vlrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/7OA-IRvgEkE/s200/IMG_2168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know what the really sad part is?! I didn't do this for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PIIIIEEEE&lt;/span&gt; - I did this for my teeth. WHICH, just adds to the fact that I'm getting older whether I'd like to admit it or not. Those cherry pits can be hazardous to my teeth and I have no shame in that. Okay, maybe I have a little shame. Now excuse me while I go take a nap. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6376986019944656180?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6376986019944656180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-adventures-of-thewait-for-itwait.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6376986019944656180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6376986019944656180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-adventures-of-thewait-for-itwait.html' title='That adventures of the....wait for it.....wait for it....'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/THHMtnar-rI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2its3DnVK4k/s72-c/IMG_2158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4444328991097994000</id><published>2010-08-21T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:27:01.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi y'all!</title><content type='html'>My parents and brother are in from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Canmore&lt;/span&gt; so my blog today is going to be pretty basic. If you're not up for being bored, you might want to just stop reading right now.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Otherwise, read along at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so first off that I have to talk about is the Micheal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt; concert. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I forgot my camera so I didn't get any pics. I know what you're all thinking! 'Who let this lady have a blog? She can't even remember to take her camera! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UNFOLLOW&lt;/span&gt;'! (Or something along those lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, enough about me, MORE about Micheal. Okay, now I don't find him particularly cute like most other ladies but I can see why they might. If his music alone isn't enough to win you over, his humour certainly will. This guy is FUNNY and I MEAN FUNNY! I won't get into all the details here but if you see me and want details, I will fill you in on all the good stuff. But, as funny as he is and as lovely as his voice might be, my heart still and will always belong to a man that tells me jokes daily, makes me laugh daily, and serenades the heck out of me (even if he looks like a psycho in over half the pics I have of him).&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TG_6MLuGFnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ymq4BOSNUEM/s1600/showershock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507895956508907122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TG_6MLuGFnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ymq4BOSNUEM/s200/showershock.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In other news, the spider I recently posted about still resides on our balcony. It was just yesterday I gave him an official letter telling him he will be charged rent as of September 1st. He seemed offended but I'm confident we can work something out. Like....I CAN KILL &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HIIIIIIM&lt;/span&gt;! (insert EVIL laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else, what else...OH, I followed through and contacted Lia Sophia about the BOX issue and the waste it causes and have yet to hear back. But you know what?! I love it when people agree with me and just recently I had TWO, not one, but TWO customers say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; is up with that?! And I'm like, I know, right? RIGHT! It is time yet again, to take my rant to their voicemail AND email. I CAN make a difference, I think, if I'm annoying enough perhaps. All you need to know is, I'm on it folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Otherwise, Lia Sophia is going WONDERFUL! I have so many ideas and my shows are going well and I just got flowers for having stellar sales in my first month. BUT, I can't take all the credit, the jewellery really sells itself. If you want to see for yourself, go to: &lt;a href="http://www.liasophia.ca/sites/kimcullins"&gt;www.liasophia.ca/sites/kimcullins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH, I need to do an update on Marley! I don't have any recent pics because mostly, the little F***NUGGET is too fast to catch on camera. His three MOST favourite things to do, along with annoying us, is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Laying out flat when he's feeling bummed or tired. Marley is CAR-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RAZY&lt;/span&gt; that way. He will be all like '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omgyouguysthisissomuchfunineverwantittostop&lt;/span&gt;' in CAPS and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;, he's out like a light, laying flat looking up at you with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty brown eyes all like '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heeeeey&lt;/span&gt;, play with me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maaaaan&lt;/span&gt; - I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuuuuun&lt;/span&gt;'! And YOU just KNOW that when he does it, he's using his whiny voice. 2) His 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; thing to do HAS to be crawling under the kitchen sink and getting into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GAWDONLYNOWS&lt;/span&gt; what. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;, if he's under the sink &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; he's not suckering me into anything by laying out flat and looking FAR too cute to be up to anything good.&lt;br /&gt;3) His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NUMERO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt; thing to do is be by the bathtub, be in the bathtub, running around in the bathtub, trying to get into the bathtub...anything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BATHTUBBATHTUBBATHTUB&lt;/span&gt;! Why, we're not quite sure. I mean, yes, he loves his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bathtime&lt;/span&gt; which is GREAT but like it's all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TUBTUBTUBTUTBTUBTUBTUBTUB&lt;/span&gt;, etc. You get the point - wish we did. Well, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt;, I think the point is, our little F***NUGGET has a serious case of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;, just like his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mooooommy&lt;/span&gt;. :s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's all for now folks, coffee is to be had and perhaps some shopping! CHEERS and have a great weekend y'all!&lt;/p&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/2569256483631354027-4444328991097994000?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4444328991097994000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4444328991097994000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4444328991097994000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-yall.html' title='Hi y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TG_6MLuGFnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ymq4BOSNUEM/s72-c/showershock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6384779994872126558</id><published>2010-08-13T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:20:29.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My SWB's 30th Birthday Bash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SWB's&lt;/span&gt; 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Bash!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Feast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUOosAdWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eYJesgCEUcw/s1600/IMG_2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504969098691376482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUOosAdWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eYJesgCEUcw/s200/IMG_2081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Birthday Boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUOLF5AxI/AAAAAAAAATs/Bv7KDIrjOqQ/s1600/IMG_2083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504969090746876690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUOLF5AxI/AAAAAAAAATs/Bv7KDIrjOqQ/s200/IMG_2083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The CUTEST Couple Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUNpNQ9UI/AAAAAAAAATk/gIOwIblyncw/s1600/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504969081651000642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUNpNQ9UI/AAAAAAAAATk/gIOwIblyncw/s200/IMG_2084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUNYksnVI/AAAAAAAAATc/nXC-WLue0pA/s1600/IMG_2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504969077185879378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUNYksnVI/AAAAAAAAATc/nXC-WLue0pA/s200/IMG_2089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUMwBaIXI/AAAAAAAAATU/pIAeI5wDfPM/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504969066300449138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUMwBaIXI/AAAAAAAAATU/pIAeI5wDfPM/s200/IMG_2090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YEEHAAAW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTWXpGcSI/AAAAAAAAATM/uPj1uK4xEaU/s1600/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504968132043108642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTWXpGcSI/AAAAAAAAATM/uPj1uK4xEaU/s200/IMG_2091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, who gave Ryan a gun?!&lt;br /&gt;(look at that evil grin on his face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTV_EAq6I/AAAAAAAAATE/pczfOta48lo/s1600/IMG_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504968125445090210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTV_EAq6I/AAAAAAAAATE/pczfOta48lo/s200/IMG_2093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dawn retaliates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTVLeOcXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YIwlSZ6j3eY/s1600/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504968111596401010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTVLeOcXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YIwlSZ6j3eY/s200/IMG_2094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take THAT &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BIOTCH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTUxlM9SI/AAAAAAAAAS0/up2xdg74_j4/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504968104646341922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTUxlM9SI/AAAAAAAAAS0/up2xdg74_j4/s200/IMG_2098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;skiis&lt;/span&gt; while Keith distracts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTUQyr3NI/AAAAAAAAASs/nEeMiE_7X3s/s1600/IMG_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504968095844523218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWTUQyr3NI/AAAAAAAAASs/nEeMiE_7X3s/s200/IMG_2099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SWB&lt;/span&gt; is 'De Term-in-nay-tor'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWR0XsQTWI/AAAAAAAAASk/2KyCNTXzAGM/s1600/IMG_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504966448429157730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWR0XsQTWI/AAAAAAAAASk/2KyCNTXzAGM/s200/IMG_2100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle getting down with his big, bad self! Watch out ladies, he's single and he's got a gun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWR0AwxwdI/AAAAAAAAASc/WMMK1X5Ur1g/s1600/IMG_2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504966442274111954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWR0AwxwdI/AAAAAAAAASc/WMMK1X5Ur1g/s200/IMG_2103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler and Dawn devise a master plan to win &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWRzXvDEdI/AAAAAAAAASU/dezmkoYUY6M/s1600/IMG_2104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504966431261004242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWRzXvDEdI/AAAAAAAAASU/dezmkoYUY6M/s200/IMG_2104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while Ryan revisits his bowling league skills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWRy6ngNeI/AAAAAAAAASM/r8giBW-AxBI/s1600/IMG_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504966423444731362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWRy6ngNeI/AAAAAAAAASM/r8giBW-AxBI/s200/IMG_2107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;) and I battle it out in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PacMan&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;She won but in all fairness, she's older so she's had more practice. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWRyjqoSwI/AAAAAAAAASE/J1sFag0mJmQ/s1600/IMG_2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504966417283828482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWRyjqoSwI/AAAAAAAAASE/J1sFag0mJmQ/s200/IMG_2109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cake!!! (OH-so-mouthwatering-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooooood&lt;/span&gt;-CAKE)&lt;br /&gt;And who's that ADORABLE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' guy on it?! That's right, that's MY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SWB&lt;/span&gt;! All I can say when I see this picture is '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaaaaaaawwwwwweeee&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQ04HdxYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Z6f4cnVTSTs/s1600/IMG_2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504965357621593474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQ04HdxYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Z6f4cnVTSTs/s200/IMG_2116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(anyone else notice that Keith is smiling like a psycho?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQ0RV_4lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lEjE1fD3RdA/s1600/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504965347213566546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQ0RV_4lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lEjE1fD3RdA/s200/IMG_2130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Pinball game from HELL! This game was just mean and unfair, so THERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQz0Y8UdI/AAAAAAAAARs/n3-rhvO6efE/s1600/IMG_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504965339441287634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQz0Y8UdI/AAAAAAAAARs/n3-rhvO6efE/s200/IMG_2131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More fun with Pinball Extravaganza 2010! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BOOYAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQzQ3mdCI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZIeYi76dA4w/s1600/IMG_2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504965329906201634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQzQ3mdCI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZIeYi76dA4w/s200/IMG_2132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQy7nOh_I/AAAAAAAAARc/0_FsluZEDH8/s1600/IMG_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504965324200380402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWQy7nOh_I/AAAAAAAAARc/0_FsluZEDH8/s200/IMG_2135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to my brother and our many visits to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ruckers&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't do to shabby shooting hoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPaUuWOiI/AAAAAAAAARU/wQ7fU6Wv1Cc/s1600/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504963801932773922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPaUuWOiI/AAAAAAAAARU/wQ7fU6Wv1Cc/s200/IMG_2138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle just fulfilled his lifelong dream. Um, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SWB&lt;/span&gt;, I think that's payback for breaking his nose when you were kids. You kind of had it coming so maybe you should wipe that smile off your face.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPZ10QaqI/AAAAAAAAARM/Xk-a1_HSW6w/s1600/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504963793636059810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPZ10QaqI/AAAAAAAAARM/Xk-a1_HSW6w/s200/IMG_2139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler and Dawn's plan is paying off while they kick it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone notice Dawn is wearing HEELS?! She's officially my hero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPZcnaG7I/AAAAAAAAARE/_wdfUNo3yYU/s1600/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504963786871282610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPZcnaG7I/AAAAAAAAARE/_wdfUNo3yYU/s200/IMG_2142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where there's an arcade, there's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;FOOSBALL&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPY1ZyaKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iyTccP6p0L0/s1600/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504963776345172130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPY1ZyaKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iyTccP6p0L0/s200/IMG_2143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And just one for the rode because an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; fun night isn't complete without people riding something, am I right?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPYbc3bhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IuobTylTUEM/s1600/IMG_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504963769378762258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWPYbc3bhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IuobTylTUEM/s200/IMG_2147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers to everyone that was able to make it out for such a fun event and a very HAPPY birthday to the love of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6384779994872126558?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6384779994872126558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-swbs-30th-birthday-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6384779994872126558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6384779994872126558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-swbs-30th-birthday-bash.html' title='My SWB&apos;s 30th Birthday Bash!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGWUOosAdWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eYJesgCEUcw/s72-c/IMG_2081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-724566666263204594</id><published>2010-08-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:41:53.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's Web</title><content type='html'>Some of you may already know this - but I HATE spiders. Maybe not as much as my sister who ripped my arm apart the first time we ever saw '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Arachnophobia&lt;/span&gt;' does, but still, I'm not a fan! The picture below explains is why I ended up screaming '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;!' when I went to go sit on the balcony the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I didn't scream but I did FA-HA-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REAK&lt;/span&gt; a little. I mean really, who wouldn't if they saw what I did. See below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: What I'm about to show you may FA-HA-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REAK&lt;/span&gt; you out. Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGR3E5f8aAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Lhsj6MhmBgE/s1600/Scary+Spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504655570591574018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGR3E5f8aAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Lhsj6MhmBgE/s200/Scary+Spider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shudder just thinking about it!!! At some point, this creepy little jerk decided to come and build on OUR property. And really, it wouldn't bother me so much if I was on his territory, like say, we were CAMPING! It would be one thing if we were parked on his turf and he came up and started construction for his new home in the back of our truck or what have you. But when some creepy crawly thing takes it upon itself to build on OUR lot, he's messing with the wrong people and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I personally don't have the heart or the strength to demolish the fine home he's set up for himself but I'm still working on Keith to shut him down. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I can't say it enough! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;! Spiders are CREEPY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-724566666263204594?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/724566666263204594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/charlottes-web.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/724566666263204594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/724566666263204594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/charlottes-web.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s Web'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TGR3E5f8aAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Lhsj6MhmBgE/s72-c/Scary+Spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-950552829518141895</id><published>2010-08-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:55:44.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Menu</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my husband's 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday (Happy Birthday baby) and tomorrow night, we celebrate ARCADE STYLE.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I see a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pacman&lt;/span&gt; in my future baby - BRING!IT!ON! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to do a little something to celebrate his birthday, on his birthday, we hit up 'Bitten' located on Broad Street (In Regina, obviously). IT was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DELISCIOUS&lt;/span&gt;!!! This was my second visit and Keith's first visit and we both walked away full and were pleasantly pleased patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters we had the coconut shrimp which are a nice size. Granted, the dish only came with 6 pieces but we found it fit in well with our meal. The other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt; we had was by far the most impressive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt; I have ever had. If you have a 'salty' tooth like myself, go for the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;portobello&lt;/span&gt; mushrooms' on the menu. I have never tasted anything so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;satisying&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to appetizers. With a touch of minced mushrooms, bacon and feta cheese on top, it was THE perfect way to start a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the birthday boy himself, as a main dish, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ordered&lt;/span&gt; some type of burger which he claims was good. I never took a bite but now that I think about it, I probably should have given it a try. For myself and for the second time I might add, I had the 'Chicken noodle wrap' which is a chicken breast with vermicelli noodles in a wrap. Now, I know it sounds weird but they do an amazing job putting it together to make for a nice light meal. Along with that I had my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; side of sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; fries which were amazingly fresh. Now! Let's get to the good part - DESSERT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy had a yummy serving of 'Chocolate Caramel Cake) which literally is to die for. I would actually go as far to say that it's better than lava cake at La Bodega for any of you that might have had it. And, if you know me - lava cake WAS at the top of my list so I guess it's officially bye bye to lava cake and HELLO to Keith's dessert WHICH I more than helped myself too (more than once). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;. I, on the other hand gave something new a try and not on purpose either. I went with the 'Creme Caramel' which was good but not at all what I was expecting. When I had previously been at Bitten I thought I had ordered the Creme Caramel but according to our server last night, she thinks I may have received the wrong dish during my previous visit. I was expecting something similar to Creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Brule&lt;/span&gt; with some hardened candy type stuff on the side. I got it on my first visit and LOVED it! What I got last night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;, not so much. The creme part was really good and very smooth but it was smothered in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt; which I'm not a fan of. However, I'm confident if anyone that loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt; ordered it, they would walk away saying it was the best dessert ever! I mean, I don't even like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt; and I still ate almost all of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, it was a fantastic meal! They still need to work on their drinks a little but I wasn't there for the booze....for once. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. If you get the chance to do so and haven't checked it out yet, I would recommend it to anyone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-950552829518141895?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/950552829518141895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-menu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/950552829518141895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/950552829518141895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-menu.html' title='On the Menu'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4104168326929104169</id><published>2010-08-03T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:41:32.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsworthy</title><content type='html'>I learned something valuable today - being head-butted by a ferret really F***&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt; hurts. I mean like toothache hurt...but in the head. Only after a half hour has my headache somewhat subsided but my eyes are still sore. Who knew such a little thing would have that much power behind it's movements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Do not play peek-a-boo with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' F*NUGGET anymore from behind a blanket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4104168326929104169?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4104168326929104169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/newsworthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4104168326929104169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4104168326929104169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/newsworthy.html' title='Newsworthy'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-46546677282361454</id><published>2010-07-24T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:15:21.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The box</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been feeling like every day is my birthday or Christmas from selling Lia Sophia. It seems that our condo door has become a rotating door which is great because it means business is good but it also means lots of deliveries. I love it because well, I like getting mail...unless it's bills but I think most people feel the same way. So with the all that has been happening, every day is Christmas here in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cullins&lt;/span&gt; household. I have most of the items being delivered to my in laws because they have a place for UPS to leave the boxes. It's so exciting when Keith's mom or dad calls saying that something has been delivered. (And yes, I know I'm a dork). If I can, I rush over and my mother in law and I ATTACK the boxes like two five year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; on Christmas morning. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oooookaaaay&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I ATTACK a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' more than her but I know she gets a kick out of it too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In amidst all the crazy fun, her and I have both noticed the ridiculous amount of waste comes along with the jewellery being delivered in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RIDONKULOUS&lt;/span&gt; sized box. It's like there's all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thiiiiis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iiiitttty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biiittttyyy&lt;/span&gt; jewellery in this BIG BOX. Now I'm not saying I'm a saint and recycle left, right and center and I'm not saying that I haven't occasionally littered in my youth by throwing an apple core or banana peel out the window but I do what I can, when and where I can. I also NEVER litter anymore - who knew keeping a bag in my vehicle for garbage would make so much sense? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. However, my biggest issue is when people waste. If I'm not in a room, the lights aren't on. When we're not home, we turn off the air conditioning. If there's leftovers from a meal, they get eaten. Either way, you get my point, waste not, want not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this all mean, it means that today, I draw a line. It means today, I write a letter. I'm not trying to bad mouth anyone about anything, it's just that when I see waste my only option is to write a friendly letter saying, why oh why, couldn't you send this (the following picture) in a bubble wrap envelope?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqnFddcfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iXs78w8TzVc/s1600/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497534621104828914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqnFddcfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iXs78w8TzVc/s200/IMG_2079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When instead, they sent it like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqnX3O03I/AAAAAAAAAQE/nXmsGp3-NHE/s1600/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497534626044760946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqnX3O03I/AAAAAAAAAQE/nXmsGp3-NHE/s200/IMG_2060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqoOAGudI/AAAAAAAAAQM/G4coVB3Ampo/s1600/IMG_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497534640577493458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqoOAGudI/AAAAAAAAAQM/G4coVB3Ampo/s200/IMG_2061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497534648465766658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqorY0OQI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7GnEm-WcOXo/s200/IMG_2062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqpI9CHqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tV1yafvzArY/s1600/IMG_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497534656402300578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqpI9CHqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tV1yafvzArY/s200/IMG_2063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A letter is in order, right?! RIGHT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-46546677282361454?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/46546677282361454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/46546677282361454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/46546677282361454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/box.html' title='The box'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TEsqnFddcfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iXs78w8TzVc/s72-c/IMG_2079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6599839931185304614</id><published>2010-07-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:16:30.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me a River</title><content type='html'>Okay - so I've been like waaaaaaay emotional lately and it's maddening! I cry about everything and it's gotten to the point where I'm just finding myself ridiculous. I seem to go through these phases every now and again which I can usually handle but when I get teary eyed over an email or commercial it is time to draw the line! I want to blame it on pms or something but that would be VERY early pms so that excuse it out. I have some friends that have had some exciting things happening so I'm going to place the blame on that. Have I ever mentioned I'm REEEEHHEEELLLY good at displacing the blame?! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my long time gal pals went and had herself a baby girl! And ooooohhhhh is she adorable! I know it doesn't seem like a lot but my friend has been in baby mode for a couple of years now so it makes me warm and fuzzy to see her get something she's wanted so badly. Another one of my long time gal pals has gone and met herself a nice fellow and seems to be on cloud nine! Who knows where it may lead but it's comforting and exciting to see her get that sparkle in her eye when she talks about this guy. I look forward to meeting him and possibly telling him embarassing stories about her - you know, for fun. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing good things happen to those around me - now if only it would stop this 'crying' phase!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6599839931185304614?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6599839931185304614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/cry-me-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6599839931185304614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6599839931185304614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/cry-me-river.html' title='Cry me a River'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6023301580260519406</id><published>2010-07-11T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:35:17.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My week in a nutshell!</title><content type='html'>It's been quite the week with being here and there and e-v-e-r-y-WHERE!&lt;br /&gt;I had two Lia Sophia shows this weekend which alone kept me busy in a VERY fun way and bonus, I got to hang out with family and friends WHILE helping people pick out pretty jewellery. Ah, life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have attacked our dishes as well as our laundry and other odd ends around the condo. Keith went off to the Jaw for the afternoon to do some random shopping 'cause he's 'cool' like that.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley has apparently decided he's a monkey and now hangs from the roof of his cage instead of just biting at it. I wish I could get a picture because he looks ridiculous...not that he would care but I sure get a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing thus far is that Keith &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOTAJOB&lt;/span&gt; and won't be hanging around aimlessly at home anymore. Oh, sorry, I'm not sure if playing games is considered aimless to everyone else in the world.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. No offense. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. However, he did other things, like dishes (thank you baby) and applied for jobs and looked at options for continuing his education. Maybe I should take the 'aimlessly' comment back.....nah, he did have some pretty uneventful days.&lt;br /&gt;Even he can't argue with that (although, he may try)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always, I married myself a keeper! I already knew that but every once in a while, he reconfirms it.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Who else would wake up next to me, see my hair LIKE THIS (see below), and still say 'You look so beautiful'???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDozaTuO0fI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3romD-iXMEg/s1600/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 83px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492759222595539442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDozaTuO0fI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3romD-iXMEg/s200/IMG_1980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my defense, HOLY HUMIDITY! lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6023301580260519406?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6023301580260519406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-week-in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6023301580260519406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6023301580260519406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-week-in-nutshell.html' title='My week in a nutshell!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDozaTuO0fI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3romD-iXMEg/s72-c/IMG_1980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4037721247215003335</id><published>2010-07-06T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:20:48.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Marshmallows - Who knew???</title><content type='html'>For some reason (possibly b/c I'm weird), I had an odd thought the other night. I wish I could say I knew where it came from but I honestly don't know. I was out on the balcony thinking about how my uncle was saying at brunch that the new word on the street is: burnt food can cause cancer. Then (oh wait, now I'm starting to remember my thought process on this) I thought of how I LOVE burnt marshmallows. From that thought I went to '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; marshmallows', kind of like how Homer does the whole '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; donuts' thing. And out of nowhere I was like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;light bulb&lt;/span&gt; came on. Not on the balcony but like in my head. I asked myself 'Is there a way to make homemade marshmallows'? And you know what ladies and gents, THERE IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, you're welcome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 cup confectioners' sugar for dusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generously coat a 9x13 dish with cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;In a large saucepan, combine sugar, corn syrup, salt and water. Heat to between 234 and 240 degrees F (112 to 116 degrees C), or until a small amount of syrup dropped into cold water forms a soft ball that flattens when removed from the water and placed on a flat surface. Remove from heat and beat with an electric mixer until stiff peaks form, 10 to 12 minutes. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared pan.&lt;br /&gt;Chill in refrigerator 8 hours or overnight. To cut, loosen edges with a knife. Dust surface with confectioners' sugar, and turn out onto a waxed paper lined surface. Dust with confectioners' sugar again and cut with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the balls to try this out, I'll let you know what happens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MMMMMMMMmarshmallows&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4037721247215003335?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4037721247215003335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/homemade-marshmallows-who-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4037721247215003335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4037721247215003335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/homemade-marshmallows-who-knew.html' title='Homemade Marshmallows - Who knew???'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2057191651077728846</id><published>2010-07-05T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:15:30.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lia Sophia Jewellery</title><content type='html'>So, it's official! I'm going to 'plug' my new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt; in my blog. I will spare everyone from constantly posting about it but I figure I'll lay the ground work since it's a new and exciting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started selling Lia Sophia Jewellery and I plan to post the monthly customer specials to keep everyone in the loop. I am attaching the link so my '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogpals'&lt;/span&gt; can see what we have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liasophia.ca/"&gt;http://www.liasophia.ca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like what you see, you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:k.howe@sasktel.net"&gt;k.howe@sasktel.net&lt;/a&gt; to either place an order, book a party, or discuss fundraising opportunities. The July special is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Buy 1 item at full price and get 2 items at half price. Your full price item is the LEAST expensive item you want* OR, buy 2 items at full price and get 4 for half price – again, your LEAST expensive items are what you pay full price for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above special is for anyone that wants to place a direct order meaning you want some jewellery but have no interest in hosting a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to have a party, the above special is for your guests through the month of July. You, as a hostess with a qualified show ($250 in sales) would receive 20% of your total sales (before taxes) in free jewellery. On top of that, you can select 4 items out of the catalogue at $16.50 and on top of that, you can then choose 2 items at half price. The hostess does not have to take advantage of all the hostess bonuses unless they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I can also do fundraisers. This means that if you have a child graduating; are on the board of an organization or do any activities that involve fundraising, I can work with you to get that much closer to your fundraising goal! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, feel free to email me if you have any questions. I'm really pumped about the fundraising opportunities out there and hope to be of help to anyone in need of an easy and fun way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fund raise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. That is my personal 'plug' and I hope I didn't go too overboard. I just get really excited once I get talking about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2057191651077728846?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2057191651077728846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/lia-sophia-jewellery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2057191651077728846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2057191651077728846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/lia-sophia-jewellery.html' title='Lia Sophia Jewellery'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7374369262691647414</id><published>2010-07-04T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:28:40.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Bride and the Tiara Trio</title><content type='html'>As most of you may already know, my sister and my brother in law plan on tying the knot in September 2011. I know that technically they aren't married yet but I still refer to Devon as my '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bil&lt;/span&gt;'. They've been together forever and referring to him as my sister's bf just sounds to '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teenagie&lt;/span&gt;' for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday we went on a mission to try to find what might be our bridesmaid dresses, a dress for my sister and as my mom requested, something for her to wear. She wasn't with us for this adventurous shopping day so no matter what we picked, we felt like we did her a favor and for that, she should be thankful (insert evil laugh). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I think we were able to nail down the bridesmaid dresses I believe the wedding dress is still to be determined. However, we did discover two things. First of all, us bridesmaids want to wear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiaras&lt;/span&gt;. Well, okay....mostly I want to wear a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiara&lt;/span&gt; and I do believe I shall be allowed as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaaammmm&lt;/span&gt; the maid of honor after all. Even if my sister poo poos the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiaras&lt;/span&gt;, we may disobey because don't we look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goooygeeeeous&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDEGeukK8xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/te9pJZPnea4/s1600/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDEGccEbaiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/g2tAgw45ZYY/s1600/IMG_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490176506382215714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDEGccEbaiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/g2tAgw45ZYY/s200/IMG_1965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second thing is, I DO believe we found a dress for my mom in the role of mother-of-the-bride. She WILL be the talk of the ball that night. No?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDEGdCGMyHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/9fsRKIfpUjA/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490176516590192754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDEGdCGMyHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/9fsRKIfpUjA/s200/IMG_1969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;, I can't help but laugh when I see this. My Aunt Nancy did such a wonderful job modelling it for us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I think we (aka, me) decided on is that...and I mean this in the kindest way possible, my sister should NOT wear a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiara&lt;/span&gt;. Now this could be the angle or the way her hair was or the lighting or what have you but I think anyone that views this picture will agree. Does her head not look oddly HUGE, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDEGeukK8xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/te9pJZPnea4/s1600/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490176545706930962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDEGeukK8xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/te9pJZPnea4/s200/IMG_1966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All I can say is that it was a fun day and as much as I am relieved that my sister can check some things off her to do list, I hope it doesn't go by too fast. It's not often that I get to spend days like that with her any more now that we're older. And, despite the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiara&lt;/span&gt; thing, she's going to make the most beautiful bride. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you sis!!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7374369262691647414?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7374369262691647414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/mother-of-bride-and-tiara-trio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7374369262691647414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7374369262691647414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/mother-of-bride-and-tiara-trio.html' title='Mother of the Bride and the Tiara Trio'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TDEGccEbaiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/g2tAgw45ZYY/s72-c/IMG_1965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6991217746623263066</id><published>2010-07-02T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:30:43.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm a little late on the Canada Day thing - don't judge me! lol.&lt;br /&gt;I always find myself doing the most random things for Canada day. This thought brings back the memory of when me and a couple of friends had a 'white trash' Canada Day. We opted to have a potluck supper in my friend's backyard because we knew the park would be too crowded. We had discussed going to a nearby pool but figured that would be busy as well. All this plus the fact that there was a chance of rain that day....not that that is any surprise. It was the best time ever as 'lame' as it was but really, I thought it was one of the greatest days EVER. We sat around in camping chairs and put our feet in a little kiddy pool and didn't do a whole lot. The rain that was called for never came and I actually ended up getting burnt, like BAD! Oh, and we got a little tanked too. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we did a whole lot of nothin' much. Keith did dishes (thank you baby) while I went to see some family that is in town for the week/weekend. From there I went to run some errands and then we headed to my sister's for supper which involved a significant amount of wine. Thank you sis! :)&lt;br /&gt;After all of that we came home to watch a movie and sure enough, I hear this loud noise thinking our neighbours upstairs were closing their balcony doors. I turn my head only to see the whole sky light up like crazy! I got up to look out and it looked a tsunami was taking place in the field behind our house. Sure enough our power went out about 30 minutes into the storm. From there I proceeded to get the flashlight and ended up stubbing my toe and stepped on the buckle of one of Keith's belts which hurt like hell. Once I found it we basically went to bed and I was out just like the power.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this has got me to thinking of a few things. First of all, I've never had an 'off' Canada day. Even when I plan nothing I end up being where I find I want to be and am thankful for that. Is it because I have the bestest friends and family in the world? DEFINITELY....but I also think it has to do with the fact that I'm in Canada - and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else. And my other thought was, it's time we put a request in to change our year from having 4 seasons, to possibly 5. I officially call this season of wind, rain, hail, heat and humidity the season of 'WTF'. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6991217746623263066?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6991217746623263066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-canada-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6991217746623263066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6991217746623263066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='Happy Canada Day!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3826883573935818068</id><published>2010-06-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:18:12.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose to Win Challenge</title><content type='html'>So! It dawned on me that I never did update my blogpals on the results for the 'Lose to Win' challenge. And, there's probably an hidden, underlying reason why. I'm not saying I intentionally kept this from all of you because I didn't win. What I'm saying is, I may have unintentionally not mentioned it.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if any of you have seen my booty lately you'll know that I SO did not win. (insert *sigh* here). I *gulp* didn't even make the top five....yes, I'm lowering my head in shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, we have been MORE than dedicated to going to the gym in the mornings for 6a.m. On top of that, I have more energy and I feel better so really, to me, I won...in some way. Although, it's a damn shame I didn't come in 1st or 2nd as there were some BIG BUCKS involved. Well, from the sounds of it, there will be a next time. Until then I'm just going to keep at it and prevail in the end...I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3826883573935818068?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3826883573935818068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/lose-to-win-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3826883573935818068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3826883573935818068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/lose-to-win-challenge.html' title='Lose to Win Challenge'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2355139869454687113</id><published>2010-06-26T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:12:58.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years in the making....</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it's been two years! Two years since the first time Keith and I met in person!!! It was a good night...a handsome man shows up at my door with a rose for me. He looked even BETTER than he did in the pics (which usually wasn't the case). His nice smile and his voice (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! his voice...) won me over instantly. ROAR! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't put these pictures in order but I've just posted random shots of us in the last two years. There's like hundreds more but I had to restrain myself as I know that people don't want to spend their entire Saturday looking at us.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Although, I can't see why not.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXIuTt9GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/LKGRci7HlXA/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487169003378832482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXIuTt9GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/LKGRci7HlXA/s200/IMG_1303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXH4-F2kI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lb5fOPdEq3Q/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXHlkEXVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ggu5Vu-c8Tg/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487168983851621714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXHlkEXVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ggu5Vu-c8Tg/s200/IMG_0465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXHNhoYjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QfCWLQAmfiA/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487168977398948402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXHNhoYjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QfCWLQAmfiA/s200/IMG_0464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXGkSFnAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CTl-sIRozXE/s1600/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487168966327901186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXGkSFnAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CTl-sIRozXE/s200/IMG_1627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVyYuNKKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XJWAsPUrBVM/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167520115599522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVyYuNKKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XJWAsPUrBVM/s200/IMG_0992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVx22eBVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4qVbDB3QY24/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167511023453522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVx22eBVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4qVbDB3QY24/s200/IMG_0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVtX-RFsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WRy3BlZw93g/s1600/Just+Marley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167434015184578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVtX-RFsI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WRy3BlZw93g/s200/Just+Marley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVs0skM4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eePpvDwy21U/s1600/The+three+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487167424545698690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVs0skM4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eePpvDwy21U/s200/The+three+of+us.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZVsbxebWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/F5-1p3xKmoM/s1600/IMG_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487164283004928578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZS19i4QkI/AAAAAAAAANM/RbpqBEggdek/s200/Christmas+Cutie!!!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZS1jcFxdI/AAAAAAAAANE/scrAf0WkwkE/s1600/FB+cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487164275997132242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZS1jcFxdI/AAAAAAAAANE/scrAf0WkwkE/s200/FB+cover.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZS1DA0G-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/2eEzA4fw5zs/s1600/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487164267292793826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZS1DA0G-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/2eEzA4fw5zs/s200/IMG_1800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZS0rgsndI/AAAAAAAAAM0/L67yw_h9HH4/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487162398994534898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZRITDzEfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Pgmgssn6Wbg/s200/IMG_1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZRIBXdlTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Tg5T0TsEfHo/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487162394245174578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZRIBXdlTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Tg5T0TsEfHo/s200/IMG_1145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZRHag3fsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zubjhV82ZrY/s1600/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487162383815638722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZRHag3fsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zubjhV82ZrY/s200/IMG_1141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZRG3cRupI/AAAAAAAAAME/2otMADWacGM/s1600/iloveu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487162374401145490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZRG3cRupI/AAAAAAAAAME/2otMADWacGM/s200/iloveu.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPlt6ELhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JRygNN5AHwM/s1600/screen+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487160705394421266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPlt6ELhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JRygNN5AHwM/s200/screen+pic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPlKPnz-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QabmiQGKPEo/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487160695821160418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPlKPnz-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QabmiQGKPEo/s200/IMG_0535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPkoHtu6I/AAAAAAAAALs/zOZ8Jg85RuY/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487160686661188514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPkoHtu6I/AAAAAAAAALs/zOZ8Jg85RuY/s200/IMG_0547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPj897mcI/AAAAAAAAALk/WLimn_R1gF8/s1600/cute+couple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487160675077429698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPj897mcI/AAAAAAAAALk/WLimn_R1gF8/s200/cute+couple.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPjTsio5I/AAAAAAAAALc/i3wjXe4dOT4/s1600/stop+and+smell+the+roses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487160663998636946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZPjTsio5I/AAAAAAAAALc/i3wjXe4dOT4/s200/stop+and+smell+the+roses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNsIr1agI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OzeLPSrbrOY/s1600/Kim+and+Keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487158616638450178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNsIr1agI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OzeLPSrbrOY/s200/Kim+and+Keith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNsn6cW5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/pqOW2zbCqHg/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487158625021221778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNsn6cW5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/pqOW2zbCqHg/s200/IMG_0330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNtDTLs0I/AAAAAAAAALE/ho0TIEtDpwg/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487158632372745026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNtDTLs0I/AAAAAAAAALE/ho0TIEtDpwg/s200/IMG_0342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNt-h3bXI/AAAAAAAAALU/p3lxxidmcuo/s1600/nudists+on+strike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487158648272022898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNt-h3bXI/AAAAAAAAALU/p3lxxidmcuo/s200/nudists+on+strike.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNtU2bz0I/AAAAAAAAALM/RJwIb-nlyFU/s1600/cuteness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487158637084004162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZNtU2bz0I/AAAAAAAAALM/RJwIb-nlyFU/s200/cuteness.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We certainly are cute but after looking at all these pics, I've realized something else....we're WEIRD too. And as you can tell, we're a-okay with that.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to us my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SWB&lt;/span&gt; and thanks for all that you are! I love you and look forward to many, many, many more years together. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2355139869454687113?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2355139869454687113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-years-in-making.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2355139869454687113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2355139869454687113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-years-in-making.html' title='Two years in the making....'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TCZXIuTt9GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/LKGRci7HlXA/s72-c/IMG_1303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4634928319973606227</id><published>2010-06-23T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:03:15.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men REALLY shouldn't clean....</title><content type='html'>Maybe men shouldn't necessarily clean the house because you may get phone calls or emails at work such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hmmmm I wonder if mouse pads can be wash-safe and can be washed in the laundry with towels....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES, it was Keith that emailed that thought of his to me. LMAO! I had tears puddling up from reading that. Wow, he's a KEEPER! Hey, at least he's cleaning...right?!&lt;br /&gt;Maaaayyyyybe I should head home to make sure he didn't try giving Marley a bath in the washing machine too! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Keith: To many more years of making me giggle. CHEERS and I love you! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4634928319973606227?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4634928319973606227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-men-really-shouldnt-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4634928319973606227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4634928319973606227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-men-really-shouldnt-clean.html' title='Why men REALLY shouldn&apos;t clean....'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4363711261931066693</id><published>2010-06-15T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:56:36.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin-tastic!</title><content type='html'>Recently one of my bff's asked if I could come watch her twin boys while she attended her daughter's dance recital. I said 'sure thing' and even managed to get Keith to join me in the fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing, it was interesting (and amusing) watching the boys switch between laughing as they chased the ball to crying bloody murder because one or the other wasn't getting enough 'ball time'. This is how it all played out after the twins finished eating supper. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLeRL-dII/AAAAAAAAAJI/2z4cvmyeyX4/s1600/IMG_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483215529705370754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLeRL-dII/AAAAAAAAAJI/2z4cvmyeyX4/s200/IMG_1864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLeNbhLJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bIFLPcraSDs/s1600/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483215528696818834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLeNbhLJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bIFLPcraSDs/s200/IMG_1865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLdgGa81I/AAAAAAAAAI4/u_2x_sRb2C0/s1600/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483215516528735058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLdgGa81I/AAAAAAAAAI4/u_2x_sRb2C0/s200/IMG_1861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLdVmBfrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nqWAfdNd638/s1600/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483215513708494514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLdVmBfrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nqWAfdNd638/s200/IMG_1859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLc8ajGZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fWtKBzTCUWQ/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483215506949478802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLc8ajGZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fWtKBzTCUWQ/s200/IMG_1858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the boys expended some of their energy, they were given the option of going for a walk or reading some books and low and behold, look who got all the cuddle time??? Certainly not cuddly, hug-able, kiss-able and lovable auntie Kim (not that I'm bitter or anything)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP4E-FWJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/R2DU5TGNL8g/s1600/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483220371148986514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP4E-FWJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/R2DU5TGNL8g/s200/IMG_1878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP3JVlSbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hsnh_-uBus0/s1600/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483220355141421490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP3JVlSbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hsnh_-uBus0/s200/IMG_1875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP2lFRJGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QtpoKxZz18U/s1600/IMG_1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483220345409315938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP2lFRJGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QtpoKxZz18U/s200/IMG_1874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP2Sj27DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hqJ0cOR8Blk/s1600/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483220340437347378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP2Sj27DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hqJ0cOR8Blk/s200/IMG_1873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP11kIVyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XCvVTHRujJs/s1600/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483220332653860642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhP11kIVyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XCvVTHRujJs/s200/IMG_1872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's B saying 'OOOHHH OOOHHH' after he nearly took out my toes with his dump truck. You can even see that I managed to capture my toes in the photo. My intention was to get a picture while he was coming towards me with the truck. Just goes to show you how delayed my camera is. And yes, that is Keith getting all the cuddle time in the pictures. I only got my cuddle time with them when they were upset, otherwise, they were all over Keith. That's right, he's a dad in the making and just doesn't know it yet.lol. He can consider this training time.lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all jokes aside, we really enjoyed our time with the boys. I found it interesting just listening to them and watching them interact with us and with one another. Mostly, I'll admit, my favorite part was watching them with Keith and how great he was with them. Thanks my SWB for helping me out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have to just send a shout out to my bff D here as I find all that her and her husband do every day absolutely amazing. They both work full time and then come home to three children, two of which, are twins (if you hadn't noticed).lol. Now, to someone that doesn't have twins, they might not think much of it. But after one night, ONE NIGHT, and after putting the boys to bed, this was the end result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhU2Cpq_AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/L2Suu3PpJg0/s1600/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483225833724902402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhU2Cpq_AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/L2Suu3PpJg0/s200/IMG_1884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhU2vOzyDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fGJq1863zgY/s1600/IMG_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483225845691828274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhU2vOzyDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fGJq1863zgY/s200/IMG_1883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to read more about the boys and their adventures along with D, R and their daughter E, head to the link below. D has a super awesome blog because her and her family truly are TEAM SUPER AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dawnspregblog.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-09-18T07%3A57%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4363711261931066693?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4363711261931066693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/twin-tastic-part-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4363711261931066693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4363711261931066693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/twin-tastic-part-one.html' title='Twin-tastic!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBhLeRL-dII/AAAAAAAAAJI/2z4cvmyeyX4/s72-c/IMG_1864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8495118992866583397</id><published>2010-06-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:46:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery: Solved!</title><content type='html'>After a good solid 4 days of searching for Keith's keys, low and behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBO2NTsT3fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZfM5gVbIyLs/s1600/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481925511180705266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBO2NTsT3fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZfM5gVbIyLs/s200/IMG_1835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember how I said we looked under and over everything? Well, when I looked behind the door of our bedroom, I looked on the floor. However, I did not think to look in the bag hanging on the door. Although, even I must admit, they're pretty obvious! UH DUH Kim! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;, what can you do?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASE CLOSED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8495118992866583397?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8495118992866583397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/mystery-solved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8495118992866583397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8495118992866583397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery: Solved!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBO2NTsT3fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZfM5gVbIyLs/s72-c/IMG_1835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6204591607142566637</id><published>2010-06-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:41:48.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost keys....le sigh....</title><content type='html'>Keith, has lost his keys, possibly permanently. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have looked high and low, north, south, east and west and still we have found nothing. No cushion has gone unturned, no bed or bookshelf has not been looked under, over or through. This doesn't mean they're not here, somewhere, hiding in our condo, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; laughing at us. I can just hear them jingling and thinking '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OHMYGAWD&lt;/span&gt; she's on her knees again looking for us. It will be hysterical when they replace all of us and we decide to come out of hiding from in the fridge crisper'?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, we all know that this isn't possible but it's the way I'm feeling. Keith has decided that someone has come and taken them as part of a cruel joke. My argument with that is: if someone had our keys, I'm pretty sure our truck would be gone by now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to find them, I looked under the seats in the truck only to get injured on both arms. A scratch on one arm and a bruise to match on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFYBLA7bvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZwHTEzC8r1I/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481258998646402802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFYBLA7bvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZwHTEzC8r1I/s200/IMG_1834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFYA3aHn6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/iXNgF0NgICU/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481258993383350178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFYA3aHn6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/iXNgF0NgICU/s200/IMG_1832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry about me, I'll be just fine.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In an attempt to get out of Keith's way while he had another 'search and (no) rescue' party, I decided to go on the balcony to clean the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;. All I can say about the whole experience is YUCK! Who knew it could get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sssssoooo&lt;/span&gt; nasty in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;? Certainly not me! The pics don't really reflect how gross it was but it was bad....by my standards. I guess it's safe to say that I have high standards.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFaapQuD_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9lOedJOBIco/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481261635285684210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFaapQuD_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9lOedJOBIco/s200/IMG_1830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFaaNsIhhI/AAAAAAAAAII/QTCo2dVrZPc/s1600/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481261627884471826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFaaNsIhhI/AAAAAAAAAII/QTCo2dVrZPc/s200/IMG_1829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above picture isn't the best shot as I was having a hard time taking the picture with all that gunk over my hands. It wasn't until after I dumped the bag I realized that maybe I should have taken the photo AFTER I washed my hands and arms....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFaZK6l91I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZLViCBQCRa4/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481261609959946066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFaZK6l91I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZLViCBQCRa4/s200/IMG_1828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do we know how to have fun or WHAT?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6204591607142566637?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6204591607142566637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-keysle-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6204591607142566637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6204591607142566637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-keysle-sigh.html' title='The lost keys....le sigh....'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TBFYBLA7bvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZwHTEzC8r1I/s72-c/IMG_1834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-1277488408443604416</id><published>2010-06-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:33:25.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F'NUGGET Update</title><content type='html'>Hey there everyone! I was told not to long ago that I needed to post something about Marley so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, I would love to post some video footage but for whatever reason, I can't get it to download onto here. Therefore, I shall post some pics instead...yet again. While Marley is still super adorable (to us, at least), he has grown...like ALLOT! I would say he's more than doubled his size which is fine by me. This way, I'm less likely to step on him. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently took him to the vet to find out that yes, he is indeed, a dude. We weren't sure there for a while but we've had 'vet confirmation'...if that really means anything at all.lol. As far as we can tell he's in good health. The vet was a little concerned about his heart rate as it seemed a little high but she said at this stage we shouldn't worry. And for once in my life I can honestly say that I, Kim, am NOT worried. Why?! Well because Marley runs around like he's done about 100 hits of speed in one shot so I was not at all surprised when she mentioned his heart rate. If you could see all the pictures we've taken of 'him', you would understand. Yes, I have a crappy camera but most turn out like this because he's so dang fast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3D6-5kkiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W5X85qqcFCY/s1600/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480251739664060962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3D6-5kkiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W5X85qqcFCY/s200/IMG_1676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See his tail sticking out from behind the couch. We have about twenty pictures just like this.lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, with all his energy comes a whole lotta cuteness:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3Gl6vnzLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tSJUuT6jlhU/s1600/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480254676306218162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3Gl6vnzLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tSJUuT6jlhU/s200/IMG_1762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3GlX_gSEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mFXZ2tt53iE/s1600/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480254666977593410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3GlX_gSEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mFXZ2tt53iE/s200/IMG_1764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3Gk_68gPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jXA0yFd17aM/s1600/Marley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480254660516020466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3Gk_68gPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jXA0yFd17aM/s200/Marley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3GkneOuAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8LmmlEbLQwI/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480254653953128450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3GkneOuAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8LmmlEbLQwI/s200/IMG_1745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3GkMvWgNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zt0QTOTC2Dg/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480254646777184466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3GkMvWgNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zt0QTOTC2Dg/s200/IMG_1678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice how the only decent pics I manage to get are of him after he's just woken up?! We can definitely say that there's never a dull moment now that he's around. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-1277488408443604416?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1277488408443604416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/fnugget-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/1277488408443604416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/1277488408443604416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/fnugget-update.html' title='F&apos;NUGGET Update'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TA3D6-5kkiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W5X85qqcFCY/s72-c/IMG_1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2547117356505506027</id><published>2010-06-04T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:52:35.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Honeymoon???</title><content type='html'>I bet when you all read that title you think '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOOHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOOHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!' and you'd be right to think so. Before I even get into the downers about our little trip, I'll start with the uppers. :)&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, I have gotten a whole week to spend with the love of my life. Definitely a plus!&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of all, I'm easy to please in my opinion. Some people people may argue that but that's for another blog. So, when we thought the weather was too crappy for camping, I came up with this fabulous idea! I thought, if the nights will be cold but we could run into some nice weather then we should still go somewhere. My solution: Duck Mountain in a CABIN! This way, whether the weather is nice or not, we could still go on the trails by day and sleep in a warm cabin by night! Great idea, right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;3rd of all, I'm getting paid to NOT be at work so alone, I should just relish in that fact alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the downers. :(&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, before we left, Keith and I had been feeling under the weather but Keith got the worst of it. He was feeling icky all over and I should have known better than to drag him out on an 'adventure' with me. But in my defence, he said he was feeling better and was up for going. When we got to Duck Mountain, the day went well. We went for a walk up to the lodge, when for a swim in the pool at the lodge and enjoyed their hot tub. WHICH, do I have a picture for you! I'll have to take one and post it as a follow up. You, my dear readers aren't even going to believe it. My bathing suit, where the skirt part usually falls just below my hips, now comes down to my ANKLES! I don't know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; they put in the hot tub for chemicals but it blew my bathing suit to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shyte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That night we slept well and woke up the next morning ready to do whatever the day ahead brought to us. The sun was actually shining so we opted to go on a hiking trail. Now, Keith being Keith picked the 'almost' hardest trail out of all of our options. WHICH, kind of irritated me 'cause I'm thinking, dude, we be on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; and I don't want to break my back but me being the 'trooper' I am went any way. Now this was all fine and dandy and I really felt myself getting a good workout but at the same time, felt like I might die. One word of advice, one hour at the gym a day does NOT prepare you for almost four hours of walking/hiking whether it be on land, dirt, mud, rock, marsh, or quicksand. At some point in our journey we reached a fork in the path, just before that fork was what resembled marshland since there has been so much rain. Keith didn't even stop and just walked on across it. I, on the other hand, hesitated and said 'Do you really think we should keep going'?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we had already encountered such marshy parts that I was just like, it keeps getting worse and I don't want to be stuck in the middle of this trail where bears can come eat me 'cause I'm like a WHOPPER to them! They like their humans just like we like our burgers. BIG, FAT and JUICY! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Keith's response was 'Well, I made it across' which I'm like thinking in my head: Well yeah, but like I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;out-weigh&lt;/span&gt; by 500 pounds so SHUT IT! But I didn't say that, I just thought: GO FOR IT! So I did and SHOCKER, my ENTIRE left leg sunk into the mud/marsh which was kind of like quicksand. In response I immediately tried to pull my leg out but it wasn't coming out with my runner still on. I thought, screw this, I either lose my runner or get stuck here entirely with Keith having to get one of those emergency helicopter teams to pull me out. In the meantime I would just have to sit there waiting with my nothing but my head sticking out for the bears to eat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEP&lt;/span&gt;! Any logical person would have done the same thing. I was like F U runner, it's been grand but I would prefer to keep my legs and my head! I managed to heave myself out by using my whole left side as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leverage&lt;/span&gt; which concerned me because if my right side went down into the marsh, so could my left. :s&lt;br /&gt;Note: Keith just stood there watching me! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Once my body was back on 'level' ground I turned around and BOOTED my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chass&lt;/span&gt; out of there and didn't look back until I was on solid ground. PHEW! Keith, my 'hero', took a moment to retrieve my runner which looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TAk5_clJjTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lD6BSe3mjKg/s1600/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478974183839468850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TAk5_clJjTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lD6BSe3mjKg/s200/IMG_1815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this whole fiasco and us laughing for five minutes about the whole thing, I decided to pull 'princess' and suggested we got some good walking in and that it was time we head back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon our return, we went hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tubing&lt;/span&gt; and swimming again which was great because I was SO-ORE! Following that, we made a really nice supper and cuddled up by the fire which I didn't get any pics of because they never turn out. That night we did some light reading and then headed for what I thought would be a good night's sleep. However, I woke up to Keith coughing really bad which had us both up a majority of the night. When morning rolled around, I turned to him and said 'Let's take you home' and he agreed (poor guy).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was packing up the truck I was running in and out of the cabin to make the 11am check-out time. At one point I came in and Keith had something in his hand that I thought he had found in one of the drawers so I asked him what he found. He shook his head and said 'It's for you' so I looked at it, opened it up and found this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TAlkf5_khHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2WMA-nqTvSw/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479020920979096690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TAlkf5_khHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2WMA-nqTvSw/s200/IMG_1819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right! It's a cool green colored pocket knife! On the little knife it says 'Kim' and on the other side it has two hearts. Now some girls want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; but I'm not that kind of girl!!! I've already used that cute little pocket knife three times since I got it and I love it! Most of all I love it for the reason why Keith got it for me: It will come in handy to open difficult packages (I do have issues when it comes to opening packages - my teeth aren't what they used to be) and for if anyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;harasses&lt;/span&gt; me outside my workplace. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we headed back home to Regina and are currently doing whatever the **** we want 'cause I'm on vacay BEHBEH! Mini-honeymoon, perhaps....but I do see me putting in some effort to celebrate our second honeymoon sooner than later.lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2547117356505506027?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2547117356505506027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/mini-honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2547117356505506027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2547117356505506027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/06/mini-honeymoon.html' title='Mini-Honeymoon???'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TAk5_clJjTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lD6BSe3mjKg/s72-c/IMG_1815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-349303492119898174</id><published>2010-05-30T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:59:50.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Saturday</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't come through on my promise of having a funny post on Fridays so in an attempt to make up for it, I give you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: I come home after experiencing a sore throat and sore ears all day. On top of that, Keith had previously emailed me saying his throat had been sore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: 'Um, thanks for putting your toothbrush right up against mine. No wonder I'm not feeling well, you spreading your germs to me'. Note: I guess according to him, our kissing is magically germ free. Keep in mind, this is also the guy that didn't know women wipe themselves after going pee! Oh gawd, he's going to kill me for sharing that tidbit.&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'Oh gawd! What are you talking about?' I giggle. I go into the bathroom to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TALP_L5AO7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uDNMy-ldIRc/s1600/toothbrushes+in+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477168781266533298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TALP_L5AO7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uDNMy-ldIRc/s200/toothbrushes+in+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I come out of the bathroom and say, 'Oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;, that's just a sign that even when we're not together, our mouths can't bare to be apart'!!! (Come on, that looks cute, doesn't it???! lol).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keith: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EYE ROLL&lt;/span&gt; BIG TIME. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news: We had BIG plans to go camping since I'm on holidays this upcoming week but that fell through as the weather isn't looking too good. In an attempt to avoid passing up my holidays we've decided to go on a mini-honeymoon. Stay tuned for pictures and stories upon our return. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps. Papa J is looking after Marley and our home so we wish him luck as we just haven't gotten Marley that rabies shot yet. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-349303492119898174?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/349303492119898174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/funny-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/349303492119898174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/349303492119898174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/funny-saturday.html' title='Funny Saturday'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/TALP_L5AO7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uDNMy-ldIRc/s72-c/toothbrushes+in+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2878943107014659221</id><published>2010-05-27T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:31:13.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downer Day. :s</title><content type='html'>Today is a downer day. I’m sure everyone can relate to that phrase, especially if you live in Saskatchewan and are currently enduring the rain and the bone chilling chilliness. I know, wah, wah ,wah. But seriously, this weather is bumming me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that (insert more whining here) and be on your way. Otherwise, you get to read about how I’m feeling a wee bit under the weather. It’s nothing major as I know I’ve felt worse when I’ve been sick previous times. This time, my throat is sore, my ears hurt and I want to curl into a big ball and sleep. Oh, if only I could sleep for hours and hours without distraction! I normally could do that but lately Marley has gotten into this habit of attacking his cage with his teeth and nails every couple of hours which wakes me up now and again. It’s a good thing the F***NUGGET is so cute or he might wake up to find himself out on the balcony where I wouldn’t hear him! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just keeping my fingers crossed that I feel better in no time because….I’m on HOLIDAYS next week! Oh, YESIAM! I’m really looking forward to it! I think it will be great to be outdoors and camping and doing whatever the heck I/we want for an ENTIRE week!!! However, Keith just told me and said the weather isn’t looking all that great which means I would postpone my time off. Then again, the weather report can change a hundred times before then. What other province do you get to experience every season in one day? This is Saskatchewan after all. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are staying warm and dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2878943107014659221?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2878943107014659221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/downer-day-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2878943107014659221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2878943107014659221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/downer-day-s.html' title='Downer Day. :s'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-284601800151520270</id><published>2010-05-24T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:53:41.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I'm home from Calgary and had a very enjoyable weekend. We didn't do too much but we got in a movie, some shopping, good food, great visiting and the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; I've ever had! Technically, I'm not supposed to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream but that can be our little secret&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUND 1: (Kim's demise)&lt;br /&gt;We went to this creamery which I can't recall the name of at this moment but OMG, so good. I had the peanut butter crunch big dipper and I drool all over again to think of it. However, as yummy as it was, I would refrain from making it a habit to go. Not only can it easily add to my weight, but it can just as easily drain my pocketbook at a whopping $7 + for what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find out the name and let you all in on it because I think everyone should try it just once. Yes, it was that good!!! Then again I always think, why introduce myself to something good that could be the start of something OHSO bad?! For this round, I'll let Jane take the blame for this round. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUND 2: (Kim's revenge)&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we had our annual food day at work. I believe it is my most favorite day of all work days. One of our co-workers brought in a deliscious tasting guacamole. Honestly, the best I have EVER had and I've had a whole lot of guacamole. (I write this previous line and am reminded again why I have the chass that I do). Anyway, that's an entirely different story. So, I had being DYING to give this recipe a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived to Calgary, Jane and I went to get groceries and picked up everything we needed to make this yummy in my tummy guacamole. Last night after a day of shopping, Jane went to chillax and I got to work. I'm not sure if I have mentioned this before, but I'm not the greatest cook/baker/dip maker in the world. I actually freak out a little when I  plan to undertake something that involves me creating a 'dish'. But, I followed the ingredients and made my own additions and cut back on some ingredients to form my own version to suit my taste. It was OMGSODELISCIOUSIDROOLEDANDCOULDEATITFOREVEREVERYDAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, atleast it tasted that good to me. For the REAL test, I had Jane come down and had her put her taste buds to the test. She thought it was so good, I got HUGS! Take that Chef Ramsey! HA! I only wish I could take credit for creating such a good recipe but I can't so I will say thanks to M.B. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the recipe on me at this moment as Jane made me leave it with her.lol. However, I will check with M.B. to see if I can share it with all of you. I believe Jane is now addicted and I'll gladly take the blame for this round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a tie and we're both screwed if we have easy access to the creamery or to the ingredients and recipe for the guacamole. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful long weekend!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-284601800151520270?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/284601800151520270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/284601800151520270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/284601800151520270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream-for.html' title='I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!!!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5103151057044757536</id><published>2010-05-21T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:07:58.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours</title><content type='html'>In just over 24 hours I will be in Calgary!!! A-WOO-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have many plans but I know it's going to be a great time. I probably won't blog while I'm there because I'm there to visit, not blog. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. However, I will take pictures and post them upon my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that I'll have some good shots of me attempting to make guacamole as that is my main 'project' for the time I'm there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; that way, I can say I did something while away.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy long weekend everyone!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5103151057044757536?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5103151057044757536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/24-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5103151057044757536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5103151057044757536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/24-hours.html' title='24 hours'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-983066364722019947</id><published>2010-05-19T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:04:20.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New rule!</title><content type='html'>I am officially adding a new rule to my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White pants should be outlawed for some people. Especially! if they are white enough that you can see the dimples in their ass and can also pretty much SEE their ass. It's just wrong in my opinion!&lt;br /&gt;Although, I may be a bitch and should stop being so judgemental but then I wouldn't be me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, these people give people like me ('fatties') a bad rap when they wear things they shouldn't. It sends the message that bigger people can't dress well because of their size. I mean, I'm the first to admit there are some outfits plus-sized stores sell that look horrible. For example, when I was trying on a few dresses one time, I looked like a pic-a-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nic&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;booboo&lt;/span&gt;) table. Did I go ahead and buy it, why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;helz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noooooooo&lt;/span&gt;! So why, oh why, do some people feel the urge to buy something that they try on knowing that it shows EVERY sin and reveals even the tiniest freckle on their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chass&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD only knows.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-983066364722019947?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/983066364722019947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/983066364722019947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/983066364722019947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-rule.html' title='New rule!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5595691922021892669</id><published>2010-05-18T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:38:33.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweetest thang!</title><content type='html'>Today was another weigh-in day for our challenge at work and I'm glad to say that the scale reflected that I'm 7.1 pounds down. Now whether that is accurate or not is an entirely different story. Although, I have to give myself some credit. We've been going to the gym anywhere between three to five times a week. On top of that we do our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aqua size&lt;/span&gt; twice a week which has also got to count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since we started going to the gym I actually think I noticed a difference. I mean, every now and then my pants feel a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' bigger but other than that I have often felt like all this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; has made much difference. Most importantly, I feel good and that's what matters the most to me but it didn't hurt that when walking by a mirror today, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chass&lt;/span&gt; was no longer quite as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chassy&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you that don't know, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chass&lt;/span&gt; is a word I created to equal chunky+ass. So anyway, I was like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; for me and my less &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chassy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chass&lt;/span&gt;! I go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest thing is this:&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was saying to Keith how I ate poorly over the weekend and was worried about my weigh in. I said that I probably haven't lost anything since last week....&lt;br /&gt;His response: No matter what that scale says, you won't lose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, go puke first but then think of how really sweet it is to hear someone say that. If you're overweight like me, you have probably had times in your life where you've been rejected for a job or for a team or by a person. I've lived it and it's not fun in any way, shape or form. I'm not trying to be Miss braggity-brag-brag at all. I just want to get this sweet moment down in 'writing' so that I'll never forget how lucky I am to have such an amazing and supportive husband (who is currently sitting here getting antsy while I type this before going to spend some quality time together.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, he truly is, my sweetest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5595691922021892669?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5595691922021892669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sweetest-thang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5595691922021892669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5595691922021892669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sweetest-thang.html' title='My sweetest thang!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8030292707329471554</id><published>2010-05-17T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:52:39.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When did people get so....</title><content type='html'>When did people get so LAZY?! I really want to know when this happened. Have people always been slow and lazy and I just never noticed until I got older and more crusty?! Is it possible that I have become like an older aunt or uncle or grandparent? (like how I left my parents out of that comment?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work today I stopped at Co-op to get some groceries. And you know what, HEAVEN FORBID the lady at the till actually had to move her arms to get the scanner to beep! I actually found it quite comical but I was annoyed at the same time. Like she takes the item and holds it up to the scanner and nothing is happening. So she continues to stand there waiting for something to happen and then *sighs* because it's not scanning. Then, she moves her hand like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quarter&lt;/span&gt; of an inch and it beeps. THEN, she sighs AGAIN because apparently moving her wrist was quite the task for her to do while AT WORK! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bejesus&lt;/span&gt; people sure do seem to get lazier as time goes on. Does anyone have any work ethic any more, like even an ounce?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I SO sound like my father right now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEPPPP&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8030292707329471554?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8030292707329471554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-did-people-get-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8030292707329471554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8030292707329471554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-did-people-get-so.html' title='When did people get so....'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-574831487560412136</id><published>2010-05-14T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:08:01.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF, like seriously!</title><content type='html'>I am OH SO happy it is Friday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; today was a busy day and I'm just MORE than ecstatic to be at home with my husband now that the work day is done. Can I get a.....A-WOO-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news aside from being busy (which seems to be far too often lately), is that I'm going to Calgary next weekend. WHICH, I am super pumped about! Plans of shopping and wining and dining....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nnnnoooo&lt;/span&gt;, not me. Okay, well, we'll wine and dine but I can live without the shopping part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a girls weekend to see my lovely gal pal Jane and the time couldn't be better! We have no plans except to eat, drink, and visit in her lovely new home on her lovely new deck. Oh, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; we'll probably watch some girlie movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will officially be the longest time Keith and I have been apart since Keith and I 'got serious'! It's going to be quite the experience I would imagine. One thing I absolutely LOVE about Keith is his voice. Since he's hard of hearing, he's unable to communicate on the phone. It'll be weird going that long without hearing his voice. :(&lt;br /&gt;I will survive but still, I love his voice with a capital LOVE! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this weekend, Saturday is somewhat 'action packed'. Tomorrow I have a wedding shower to attend and things to get done around the house and some errands to run. Sunday, I got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; but at the rate things are going, I'd be surprised if plans didn't come up. All is fine by me as long as the sun is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to have some supper and canoodle with the love of my life. I know...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eeeeeeeewwwww&lt;/span&gt;, right? RIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-574831487560412136?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/574831487560412136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/tgif-like-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/574831487560412136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/574831487560412136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/tgif-like-seriously.html' title='TGIF, like seriously!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7746780922189625902</id><published>2010-05-12T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:10:53.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>HI there everyone! I'm back...well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; until my next exam takes over my time with reading and studying and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our weigh-in day and I'm down 3 pounds. Can I get a: A-WOO-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;?! I think 3 down is pretty good even though I was hoping to be down a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' more than that. We hadn't had a weigh-in for two weeks so I thought maybe some magic would happen and I would have stepped on that scale and shaved a good 5 pounds off my tush. A girl can dream, right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same note, I believe my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt; and I need to have a discussion about her math skills. She figures that with my calorie intake and activity level, I should be losing a good 2-3 per week. Um, I beg to differ. Although, it's not her fault that sometimes I give into the temptation of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; or any other fast food joint that can make me feel warm and cozy on a rainy day. I mean, I am human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, some sad and good things have happened. I won't get into the sad cause we're here for a good time, not a long time. The sad things that have happened don't affect me directly but my thoughts are definitely swamped with prayers for the families of a few people I know. The good news, well, I can't let the cat out of the bag on another friend's good news so....I won't use her name!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. But a friend of mine (and her husband) is having a BABY! This will be their first and she's like 3 months along and they had the first ultrasound and it's ALL-SO-VERY-EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, the universe has proven that when one life ends, another begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7746780922189625902?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7746780922189625902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekly-weigh-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7746780922189625902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7746780922189625902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekly-weigh-in.html' title='Weekly Weigh-In'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-1323126905800425616</id><published>2010-05-09T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:29:05.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to everyone that has children, pets, nieces and nephews! Just because someone doesn't have a child of their own in their life doesn't necessarily mean that they aren't a 'mom' to someone at certain times.:)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope everyone is having a great day and on a completely unrelated note, I came across this enjoyable video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.video.yahoo.com/watch/7415200/19401823"&gt;http://ca.video.yahoo.com/watch/7415200/19401823&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-1323126905800425616?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1323126905800425616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/1323126905800425616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/1323126905800425616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7166820368541631415</id><published>2010-05-08T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:24:38.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never again</title><content type='html'>Never again will I go to Costco with children. I don't say this because I have deemed that all children are bad or anything like that. My intention, is to keep them safe from the 'other' people inside Costco. You know the people I'm talking about...the type that will run anything over to get to that 100 pack of toilet paper for $20, even if it means ending a child's life. Yeah, those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of shopping in any way, shape or form but today (despite the headache that I STILL have) I decided to take an adventure because there were definitely some things I needed in bulk for brunch tomorrow. So my sister, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, my aunt and I made our way to the east end (yuck - no offense east &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enders&lt;/span&gt; but whoever created the design for the roads was on SOMETHING). Obviously, we hit up Costco where people almost hit up my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; like, on every single aisle. I mean, I'm not the biggest fan when a child gets between me and good deals either but would I run them over, probably not. I might say something like, hey kid, get the F*** outta my way but I think we can all agree that that would be less risky than taking the kid out with my 100 pound cart! Unless! The kids 500 pound mom or dad hears and ends up pounding me, but still! Anyway, lesson learned - my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; stays in the cart on our next journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and I bought coke zero AGAIN and did NOT forget to put it in the cart this time. Another lesson learned! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7166820368541631415?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7166820368541631415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7166820368541631415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7166820368541631415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-again.html' title='Never again'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3940880027727801505</id><published>2010-05-07T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:59:10.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new here</title><content type='html'>I hate to say this because I haven't blogged in almost a week but I haven't got much to say. I know, right?! Me, having nothing to say...kind of like the odds me not wanting to sing or dance. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell my week has not consisted of too many exciting things. Mostly, I've been busy studying and I've been getting headaches here and there. Today was by far the worst...started at about 8 this morning and here it is, after 8 at night, and it's still here inside my head. If anyone has a cure for me to try, let me know as I'm open to suggestions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note:&lt;br /&gt;1) I just 'barely' passed my test, no thanks to my headache.&lt;br /&gt;2) I got groped on Thursday at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aqua size&lt;/span&gt; which I surely did enjoy. (Thanks again Michelle!). :)&lt;br /&gt;3) On our way into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aqua size&lt;/span&gt;, I heard a girl saying to her mom 'I want candy' repeatedly and laughed and said to Michelle, '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hhhmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I think it's safe to say she wants candy' which really isn't all that funny but hey, I already warned you this blog would not be exciting.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. But then, in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aqua size&lt;/span&gt;, one of the songs was 'I want candy'. I'd like to think some higher power was giving me authorization to have some candy - but I didn't. Stupid weight loss program!!! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that my studying is done for the time being, and life in general has hopefully slowed down a little, I shall be back to my regular blogging schedule. If anyone is still reading this after a week long lull, thanks for sticking around. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3940880027727801505?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3940880027727801505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-new-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3940880027727801505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3940880027727801505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-new-here.html' title='Nothing new here'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5518088232625188085</id><published>2010-05-02T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:45:49.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be nice</title><content type='html'>Oh, it must be nice for Keith and Marley to do absolutely nothing all day today (Sunday) while I study. I hit the books while they, well, napped and did pretty much nothing. Okay, well Keith actually did me a big favor and went to help my aunt with something. But Marley, well he was a lazy F***NUGGET for the better part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I solved the mystery of why Marley isn't using his litter to go to the bathroom! Scroll down and you'll see why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9388EVI-sI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cICGvGdjkLc/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466803631582411458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9388EVI-sI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cICGvGdjkLc/s200/IMG_1759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yes, the lil' F'nugget is sleeping in his litter box. OYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S93872WcbWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MxKW5REhXW4/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466803627829783906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S93872WcbWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MxKW5REhXW4/s200/IMG_1757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5518088232625188085?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5518088232625188085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/must-be-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5518088232625188085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5518088232625188085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/05/must-be-nice.html' title='Must be nice'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9388EVI-sI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cICGvGdjkLc/s72-c/IMG_1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2018161127197027206</id><published>2010-04-28T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:00:45.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm a laaaady!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm supposed to be studying but instead, I blog! Damn you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and damn me for being easily distracted! Note to future employers: I am NEVER easily distracted at work unless you have shiny objects to distract me, then you're just asking for it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.It has been quite the busy in and out of our household and I find I've barely been at home. When I am, I should really be studying but instead I find myself trying to catch up on news (TY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;), get my things together for the next day, and try to squeeze in some time with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UBER&lt;/span&gt; handsome husband. Together we play with our baby ferret Marley who is literally growing right before us. And, the little F***NUGGET (my new nickname for him) is a smart bugger. Already he has us on our toes left, right, front and center. He's learning quickly how to get into things we didn't think he would until he was a bit older. How wrong were we?! I guess this is just preparation for when we have children some day.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was weigh in for the challenge and it didn't go over too well. Somehow, I managed to gain 11 pounds in one week! You're gasping aren't you?! I know I did! What's funny is that the lady that weighs us in went, and I quote, '*GASP* what happened'?! To which I was like, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pfft&lt;/span&gt;, that CANNOT be right! I mean, I've cut 100 to 200 calories out of my diet PER DAY and we've up our workout like by 3 extra 45 minutes a week and I didn't eat well on the weekend but I didn't eat 11 POUNDS bad.....DID I?! This is where I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GASPed&lt;/span&gt; and lowered my head in shame. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOOOOHHH&lt;/span&gt;, the reasons I tried to invent in my head to make me feel better as to where this weight came from! Let me just say this, I have a wild imagination and I'll leave it at that. For me, the MOST logical explanation is that the scale is a wee bit off although the nice weigh in lady 'claims' it's not. Uh HUM, I beg to differ at this point. BUT, to stay positive, I've decided that it's a good gain....muscles perhaps.....HOLY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHYTE&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I'm pregnant! JUST KIDDING, I'm totally not! Now can someone go to our house to make sure Keith is still breathing. I think I heard him clutch his chest and take in his last breath from across the city. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, we were told that Marley was a boy but as it turns out, he may actually be a she. He's(?) still pretty young so if there is 'junk', it just might be that we can't see it yet. Like, not that we're searching or anything but that's just something you notice cause it's like RIGHT THERE, IN YO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FAAAACE&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to the male species. Wait, I think that came out wrong. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, we won't know until his/her visit with the vet in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9kB-cXH08I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H_DiCUcEw7A/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and just for the fun of it, I have a recent picture of me and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pool noodle&lt;/span&gt; to show that I haven't lost my touch and YES, Keith is a very lucky man! Wink-wink-nudge-nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9kB91BZudI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNdnygpg9j0/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465401784507414994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9kB91BZudI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNdnygpg9j0/s200/IMG_1739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now can someone go check on my dad to make sure he's still breathing?! I think he may have just choked on his own vomit. :s&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2018161127197027206?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2018161127197027206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/but-im-laaaady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2018161127197027206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2018161127197027206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/but-im-laaaady.html' title='But I&apos;m a laaaady!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9kB91BZudI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FNdnygpg9j0/s72-c/IMG_1739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5283903989702915419</id><published>2010-04-25T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:39:17.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There comes a time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There comes a time when a woman has to admit that she's wrong. :s&lt;br /&gt;About a year and a half ago I decided to go and buy Keith (who was my new boyfriend at the time) a couple of shirts for his birthday. I knew that Keith was quite picky about many things, including what types of shirts he wore. He had mentioned on more than one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; that he was not a fan of v-necks but then I found some really nice ones at The Gap. I mean, they weren't the drastic v-neck style so I thought 'What the heck, he might like them'. Well, as it turns out, I was wrong. I think he managed to wear one, well once. And that was only because he needed a shirt to wear out for brunch one day because the one he had worn over had gotten dirty. He strongly felt that v-necks were to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; and you needed a rack to pull one off and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. So, I didn't push it and they were soon forgotten until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were going through clothes to get rid of and low and behold, we found the 'forgotten' v-necks. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; I had him try them on again because, well, they were like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohsonicecolors&lt;/span&gt; and couldn't possibly look that bad on him. Right? WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9R3lMZZOjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TFx9w3XYEDM/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464123728773855794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9R3lMZZOjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TFx9w3XYEDM/s200/IMG_1741.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I'm a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LAAAAAAADY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9R3kcgO4cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BW_koEz2Ay8/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464123715917636034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9R3kcgO4cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BW_koEz2Ay8/s200/IMG_1742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5283903989702915419?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5283903989702915419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-comes-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5283903989702915419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5283903989702915419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-comes-time.html' title='There comes a time...'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S9R3lMZZOjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TFx9w3XYEDM/s72-c/IMG_1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2093521676277447280</id><published>2010-04-24T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:09:31.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about honesty</title><content type='html'>Scene: Keith and I horsing around and I'm trying to tickle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're so cute and handsome, like, is there anyone as cute as you?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, there's not. (Keith is giggling and squirming like  a mad man and I'm still trying to tickle him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Be ca-a-a-are-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt;. I'm full of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paaaaancakes&lt;/span&gt; (still giggling and squirming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: I'm full of pancakes. Will I still be so cute to you if I puke on you? (he chuckles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, cause I'd probably bash your face in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love honesty. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2093521676277447280?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2093521676277447280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-about-honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2093521676277447280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2093521676277447280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-about-honesty.html' title='All about honesty'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6655409428929935065</id><published>2010-04-22T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:57:27.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Earth Day everyone! It's where we live, it provides us with food, water, air, and many other things that we as humans need to survive. In honor of Earth Day, I will list some small changes you can make in your life to make our earth stronger, healthier and happier so that we, in turn, can also be stronger, healthier and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple concepts to make a big difference on our earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Carpool to work or when going out with friends - (which A.L. and I did this morning. Thanks A.L.) - a nice way to start the day is to head off to work with someone whose company you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Recycle - and if you don't know the benefits of this, well, you are just WAY behind the times! Get with the program, 'everyone' does it. Will peer pressure work with any of you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Turn off lights when they're not in use. This is a big one for me. For as long as I can remember, I have never left a light on in a room not in use. It's always just seemed weird to me when people have every light on in their house but they're sitting in one room watching t.v. People can be so......ODD! Then again, I dress in the dark if I can when there is natural light in our condo and because of this, I have been known to show up at work with a shirt on backwards or inside out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why have water running if you're not using it?! SHUT IT OFF! I know some people have the habit of needing the water to be running while brushing their teeth but honestly, think of how much water that wastes?! Another trick I use is that when I'm doing dishes, I only fill the sink up half full, sometimes less and I don't shove ALL the dishes in at once. One way to save yourself from having - you know what, Keith and I are probably the only people left in Canada without a dishwasher so scratch all of that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I think you get my point. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't LITTER! It's just wrong!!! I mean, it's one thing if you're hiking and leave an apple core behind but I don't want to be driving somewhere and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; fast food cup hits my vehicle, lands in the street, only to sit there for the next million years. Okay, maybe I'm a little too dramatic but it's just plain WRONG! I don't go into another person's home and throw my garbage around their house so they shouldn't be out throwing their crap all over our 'bigger' home. Right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, let's take care of our earth and be here for a good time AND a long time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6655409428929935065?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6655409428929935065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6655409428929935065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6655409428929935065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2258667704224355910</id><published>2010-04-20T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:08:04.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO-YAAAAAA BIATCHES!</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, this another update on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SUPERAWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, not really...only a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an update on the 'Lose to Win' challenge' (for any of you who might care) as I am 14 pounds down from last week. When I weighed in I believe my response was 'Well...that can't be right'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The lovely lady that comes in to weigh us in and keeps our records assured me that the scale is pretty accurate so...who am I to argue, right? RIGHT! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all that goodness, an email was sent to any participants in the competition with some recipes and nutritional information. They attached what seems to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/span&gt; chicken stir fry that I am dying to try out. And well, me being the thoughtful person that I am, (insert here: more tooting of my own horn) I thought I would pass it along for my 'many' readers to try out if they're interested. :)&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Vegetable Stir-fry (nutritional value below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pound boneless, skinless chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons low sodium soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon grated peeled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ginger root&lt;/span&gt; or 1 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon canola or corn oil&lt;br /&gt;2 medium green, red, or yellow peppers, or any combination, cut into 1-inch strips&lt;br /&gt;4 medium green onions, cut into 1-inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup fresh pineapple chunks plus 1/4 cup canned pineapple juice, or use canned unsweetened&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons corn starch&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup fat-free, low-sodium chicken broth (Imagine brand is good)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon sesame seeds, dry-roasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discard all visible fat from the chicken. Cut into 1-inch cubes.&lt;br /&gt;Combine the chicken, soy sauce, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ginger root&lt;/span&gt;. Add the chicken pieces and turn to coat.&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerate for 30 to 45 minutes, turning occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;In a large nonstick skillet or wok, heat the oil over high heat, swirling to coat the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Cook the chicken mixture for 2 minutes, stirring constantly. Using a slotted spoon, transfer the chicken to a plate, leaving the marinade in the skillet.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in the peppers and green onions. Cook for 1 minute stirring constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in the pineapple (reserve the juice for later), and chicken. Cook for 2 to 3&lt;br /&gt;minutes, or until the vegetables are tender-crisp, stirring constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Put the cornstarch in a small bowl. Pour in the broth and reserved pineapple juice,&lt;br /&gt;whisking to dissolve. Stir into the chicken mixture. Bring to a boil and cook for 1 minute, or until thickened and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Serve over brown rice. Sprinkle with sesame seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe from The American Heart Associations Low-Fat, Low-Cholesterol Cookbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per Serving&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 141 Cholesterol 44 mg&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 19 gm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 9 gm&lt;br /&gt;Total Fat: 3 gm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2258667704224355910?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2258667704224355910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/boo-yaaaaaa-biatches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2258667704224355910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2258667704224355910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/boo-yaaaaaa-biatches.html' title='BOO-YAAAAAA BIATCHES!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4003763238394032946</id><published>2010-04-19T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:52:22.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of Marley (in his new home)</title><content type='html'>People tend to blog about their kids so today, I blog about our ferret who is quickly making himself at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley's first day in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cullins&lt;/span&gt; household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marley&lt;/span&gt; slept the night through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S80wIWngDfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AuFoIwivwNQ/s1600/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462074843138625010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S80wIWngDfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AuFoIwivwNQ/s200/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only to wake up and attempt to escape his cage....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S80wHw1DLSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIROTq6MBns/s1600/IMG_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462074832994905378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S80wHw1DLSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zIROTq6MBns/s200/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; but he's a fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' bugger so it's hard to catch him in a picture.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S80wG0HvJQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_mZQ2BXbEH8/s1600/IMG_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462074816698721538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S80wG0HvJQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_mZQ2BXbEH8/s200/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, after a fun yet tiring day of play, he gladly went to bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462074808063039106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S80wGT81FoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rE7wRJayag8/s200/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Goodnight Marley. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4003763238394032946?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4003763238394032946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-in-life-of-marley-in-his-new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4003763238394032946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4003763238394032946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-in-life-of-marley-in-his-new-home.html' title='A day in the life of Marley (in his new home)'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S80wIWngDfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AuFoIwivwNQ/s72-c/IMG_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2297616564658950596</id><published>2010-04-18T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:46:22.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New addition</title><content type='html'>Today, instead of studying (lowers head in shame) we went shopping. Not for clothes or food or any of those other usual things. We had something in mind that we have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hum'd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ha'd&lt;/span&gt; about for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is, we have a new addition to our family. Welcome Marley. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uWuKh0CiI/AAAAAAAAADw/xpotHInB_uM/s1600/Just+Marley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461624692961184290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uWuKh0CiI/AAAAAAAAADw/xpotHInB_uM/s200/Just+Marley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley: 'Why, hello there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt; stuff'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uV5-y0mBI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z2GdyGd2JH0/s1600/Marley.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uV5cvWP7I/AAAAAAAAADg/sUD7q3JesXg/s1600/The+three+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461623787316723634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uV5cvWP7I/AAAAAAAAADg/sUD7q3JesXg/s200/The+three+of+us.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marley: 'Pleeease...don't....strangle m-e-e-e, I'm cute and I talk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gansta&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith is not actually trying to choke him, it was just a really awkward picture as my flash took too long. I believe Keith was saying 'Hurry up' to the camera. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uV5HTqt3I/AAAAAAAAADY/0AZc6E42HAY/s1600/Kim+%26+Marley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461623781563479922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uV5HTqt3I/AAAAAAAAADY/0AZc6E42HAY/s200/Kim+%26+Marley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marley: 'They didn't have these 'puppies' at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pet shop&lt;/span&gt; bro'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marley and his new mom. AWE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uV4kjY9wI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yoelb3Eiqag/s1600/Marley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461623772234184450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uV4kjY9wI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yoelb3Eiqag/s200/Marley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marley: 'Damn, this be a nice crib y'all'. (I've decided he talks gangsta if you haven't noticed already).&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, please don't mind my 'lazy' eye.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. It never fails as in pictures I tend to look like I'm WAY drunk or have a lazy eye. Either way, it makes for a bad pic but then again, this blog isn't ALL about me this time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2297616564658950596?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2297616564658950596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-addition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2297616564658950596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2297616564658950596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-addition.html' title='New addition'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S8uWuKh0CiI/AAAAAAAAADw/xpotHInB_uM/s72-c/Just+Marley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8432892657632101115</id><published>2010-04-17T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:53:22.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when....</title><content type='html'>Remember when we got egged and I said that we don't live in THAT neighbourhood, do we?! Well, apparently as of late, we do!!!&lt;br /&gt;In the past week I have seen police at the building across from us, police at the building &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; corner to us and now, police are currently scanning the grounds at a building down the street from us. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;The reality is, any neighbourhood can be THAT neighbourhood at some point or another. I guess it's time to buy some bear spray or take self-defense. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HHHHIIIIII&lt;/span&gt; YA! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8432892657632101115?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8432892657632101115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/remember-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8432892657632101115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8432892657632101115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/remember-when.html' title='Remember when....'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8010485314250954804</id><published>2010-04-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:19:26.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Nines</title><content type='html'>In a recent post, I made a comment of doing something 'to the nines' which got me to thinking...where, oh where did this phrase come from?&lt;br /&gt;The results were not definite as there seem to be quite a few people that have different theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One popular theory is:&lt;br /&gt;'One prevailing &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-theory.htm"&gt;theory&lt;/a&gt; concerning the origin of "dressed to the nines" surrounds the significance of the number nine. Some sources believe that the number 9 possessed a spiritual or cultural strength, much like the numbers 3,7 or 13 do today. For example, there were nine Muses said to inspire mankind's pursuit of the arts. If someone were described as "dressed to the nines", it could have been an outfit capable of impressing the nine Muses. The expression "to the nines" was actually in popular use before "dressed to the nines" came into vogue. It's entirely possible that the reference was meant as a tribute to the Muses or other significant figures'.&lt;br /&gt;My comment: Why does everything have to be mystical and deep? This is a very possible theory but it could have been as simple as some drunk guy realizing he had nine articles of clothing on and said 'I'm dressed to the nines' (to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;drunkenly&lt;/span&gt; funny) and DONE! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A somewhat vague theory:&lt;br /&gt;'A persistent theory is that the British Army's 99th Regiment of Foot were renowned for their smartness, so much so that the other regiments were constantly trying to emulate them - to equal "the nines".&lt;br /&gt;It was first recorded in the late eighteenth century in poems by Robert Burns.However, for quite possibly the phrase's first appearance in literature, it implies something rather naughty, and NOTHING to do with clothing in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;In the poem, he says '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Twad&lt;/span&gt; please me to the nine.'&lt;br /&gt;Comment: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thupa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thexy&lt;/span&gt;! But can anyone tell me who or what a '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TWAD&lt;/span&gt;' is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting (and more creative) theory being:&lt;br /&gt;'Numerous attempts have been made to associate the number nine with clothing and so to explain the phrase's derivation. One theory has it that tailors used nine yards of material to make a suit (or according to some authors, a shirt). The more material you had the more status, although nine yards seems generous even for a fop'.&lt;br /&gt;My comment: My immediate thought was, WOW, I would be quite high in status because I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;GAU&lt;/span&gt;-RAN-TEE that I would use up more than nine yards. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teeheehee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you wanted to know-you're welcome. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8010485314250954804?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8010485314250954804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-nines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8010485314250954804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8010485314250954804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-nines.html' title='To the Nines'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-6310780958142502137</id><published>2010-04-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:18:56.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First 'Win to Lose' Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; ME! Today was our first weigh in for the challenge and I am quite pleased with myself. I was the first person to weigh in and I believe my response when I stepped on the scale was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;growly&lt;/span&gt; 'YEAH!!!' and then I followed it with, TAKE THAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIETICIAN&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I think I scared the crap out of the kind lady that has come in as a third party to weigh us in. Now she might not think my weight is something to get all hyped up about but had she seen the scale four weeks ago, she would understand why I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' excited. Okay, maybe I got TOO excited but I have no shame which you all already knew! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I made the comment about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dietician&lt;/span&gt; is because I weigh in with her tomorrow so I'm curious to see if her scale reflects a similar number. According to the scale we weighed in on today, I am down approximately 13-14 pounds from the last time I saw my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dietician&lt;/span&gt;. Again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; ME! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely feeling like I'm on a role so I plan to keep it up BIG TIME! Tonight, is my first night of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aqua size&lt;/span&gt; which I'm very excited about. Maybe if I get REALLY daring, I might post a picture of me in my DAZZLING new bathing suit. NOT!!! I don't want to lose the whole 9 followers I have. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-6310780958142502137?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6310780958142502137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-win-to-lose-weigh-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6310780958142502137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/6310780958142502137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-win-to-lose-weigh-in.html' title='First &apos;Win to Lose&apos; Weigh In'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7184704921277966003</id><published>2010-04-09T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:10:16.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose to Win!</title><content type='html'>Last night I tried attaching the video of my husband's dance along with his version of 'Can't Touch This' as I had mentioned in a previous post. However, I seem to have trouble downloading any video type program and gave up. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can trust in the fact that it was one of the most funny things I have ever seen. I was laughing so hard my cheeks hurt BIG TIME! It's disappointing though cause I actually caught it on video and can't figure out how to get it on here. I guess if I'm going to be a blogger I need to figure these things out. Someone should create a class on teaching people 'How to Blog'. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I didn't have any material to post that is funny for FUNNY FRIDAY! I thought today could be an update day on what's up with me - besides being a SUPERSTAR! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially registered for a&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;qua size at the NW Leisure Center&lt;/span&gt;!!! I love being in water so I'm very excited about trying it out. What I don't love is my booty in a bathing suit. :s I have searched and searched for a decent bathing suit to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; me jumping around in a pool, if that's even possible...&lt;br /&gt;What gets me is that most bathing suits for plus-sized women seem to come in mostly floral prints. YUCK! AND, they charge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; $80-$150 for such a thing. All I know is that I refuse to pay that much to show up looking like a garden threw up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing going on with me is that I did end up registering for the 'Win to Lose' challenge which is similar to the t.v. series 'The Biggest Loser'. My first weigh in is on Tuesday and I'm excited but nervous because above all else, I hate disappointing people, especially myself. Yet, I see this as a good thing cause I think 'Bring it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biatch&lt;/span&gt;' and when I say that, I'm referring to myself. I'm like the little engine that could. 'I think I can, I think I can'! To that my counsellor would say that I should be saying 'I know I can, I know I can'! Which like, I totally can and I will. Now, I may not WIN (although that would be AWESOME) but I can certainly challenge myself to the nines cause 'Bring it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biatch&lt;/span&gt;'! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it appears, things will be busy in the next couple of months. My gym gal pal and I are still doing our regular workouts AND taking the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aqua size&lt;/span&gt; to UP our activity. This is in hope of blowing people away in the 'Lose to Win' challenge. On top of that, I believe that my sister-in-law and I are still starting a 'Couch to 5k' program that teaches people how to run. We haven't started as of yet but I hope we get on it soon. This girl has a CHALLENGE to win!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, things are well and it's Friday! Life is good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7184704921277966003?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7184704921277966003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/lose-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7184704921277966003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7184704921277966003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/lose-to-win.html' title='Lose to Win!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3411331978035799433</id><published>2010-04-08T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:26:36.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I am a SUPERSTAR!</title><content type='html'>So remember yesterday how I was all like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; and was being quite pathetic??? Well today, is a new day! I have gotten three compliments today! Count them people! Not one, not two, but THREE compliments! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Helz&lt;/span&gt; YEAH, BITCHES)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - I was told by some dude on the elevator that I was SUPER AWESOME because of my kick ass timing with the elevator today. Which like, for me, never happens. Yes, I am one of THOSE people. Those people that never hit the right button for a floor or swipes the card too soon or that can't even find their card (etc). But today, stars aligned (well maybe not stars cause it's day time but you get my gist) and I was in sync with the elevator for once. If I was a pimp, that elevator would be my biatch. mmmmhhhhmmmm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; -Kelly Rock Johnson said today that I was nice AND I'm pretty sure she meant it. It's possible that she didn't just say it in fear that 'big scary blond' would come to life.....I don't think...... (I'll take what I can get).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Mrs. Sweetheart (that's her code name on my blog) came and told me that I had inspired her to go to the gym today. Me - INSPIRING! Take that all you people that never thought I would make anything of myself! You can SUCK IT because Mrs. Sweetheart says that I, am inspiring HER! Have you ever been told that Mr. Taylor?! HA, I didn't think SO!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am being SUPER AWESOME and uber FANTABULOUS and my head is feeling quite big. I don't know if I can work out now....oh the weight of it all - being so wonderful is exhausting. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the band Chicago (who possibly wrote this song about me-NOT!):&lt;br /&gt;You're the meaning in my life&lt;br /&gt;you're the inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;You bring feeling to my life&lt;br /&gt;you're the inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3411331978035799433?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3411331978035799433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-am-superstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3411331978035799433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3411331978035799433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-am-superstar.html' title='Today, I am a SUPERSTAR!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-156997085710114066</id><published>2010-04-07T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:53:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta nada</title><content type='html'>I have nothing really to write about today. I'm kind of boring and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt; for whatever reason. I like to blame the big man upstairs. Not that I'm religious, but I have to blame someone and since he's not here to defend himself...it just makes sense. Right?! Right! Mostly I just blame him for creating me with such terrible genetics. Why, oh why, couldn't I have been blessed with a nice shapely, yet smaller body. It's almost like the big man upstairs was fixated on circular objects on the day I was made and said, why don't we make this gal ROUND???! So he did! What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;butt munch&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. In all fairness, I do hold some of my family members too. Like my grandpa who also isn't here to defend himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm evil! Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could go on a rant on many a things, but I won't. Today, I will spare you because even I think I'm pretty pathetic today.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that you all have much better things to do with your time. Well, I should hope you have better things to do with your time. If you don't....you might be considered pathetic like me! YIKES! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something funny and enjoyable did happen last night that I caught on VIDEO! If I figure out how to download it onto here, I surely will! If I haven't mentioned it before, my husband is a kid at heart and you'll see why I say this when you see the video. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-156997085710114066?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/156997085710114066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-gotta-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/156997085710114066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/156997085710114066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-gotta-nada.html' title='I gotta nada'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-5922746493888396835</id><published>2010-04-06T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:47:59.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' hoodlums!</title><content type='html'>Last night, to my surprise, we noticed that we got EGGED! This means that someone (not necessarily a teenager - but it probably WAS), egged our balcony. Our nice, shiny and new balcony that was only redone about a year ago....although, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reno's&lt;/span&gt; seem cheap but that's a whole other rant. My point is, it looks nice and some mo' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;' went on and egged it! Why, oh why, do people do these things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gorgeous out yesterday so we decided to go sit on the balcony as we like to do when it's nice enough. I went to sit down and Keith stopped me because he noticed something. I turned to see what he was seeing and saw the egg shells. Me, being me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;, and naive stopped and thought - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OOOOHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;, A c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hickie&lt;/span&gt; was born on OUR balcony!!! How cool is that?!!!&lt;br /&gt;I never in a million years would think that someone would come along and egg our building. I mean, we don't live in THAT neighbourhood, do we?! Well apparently, we do. No one is safe! It doesn't matter where you live when it comes to random vandalism. The hoodlums will STRIKE and they will get you whenever and wherever they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it eventually dawned on me that we had been egged. This meant that 'big scary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blond'&lt;/span&gt; came to life and she's not someone anyone should EVER mess with. She paces, rants, raves, shakes her fists in a mad fury often and, she looks a HELL of ALLOT like me. She has come up with this devious plan to have eggs on hand and hit the bugger right in the fac..... uh hum, I mean, hit them right back if she ever catches them. I'm trying to talk her out of it but when she sees red, it's all she sees and nothing can stop her. (insert evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Beware hoodlums...BEWARE! You've unleashed the beast and nothing can save you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-5922746493888396835?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5922746493888396835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/lil-hoodlums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5922746493888396835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/5922746493888396835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/lil-hoodlums.html' title='Lil&apos; hoodlums!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-739147362429968247</id><published>2010-04-05T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:01:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>My birthday balloon has now taken up room on my side of the bed. It's resting on our mattress like it was blown up for this purpose. It's like watching a balloon go into retirement.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, Keith openly admits that he attempted to make out with the balloon this morning until he realized I had already gone to work. Then he just made out with it because he could. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-739147362429968247?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/739147362429968247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/739147362429968247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/739147362429968247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3252276938004971647</id><published>2010-04-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:24:20.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The creepiness of my birthday balloon!</title><content type='html'>I've never been one of those kids that was freaked out by clowns, mimes or balloons, or weird things like that. In fact, I love anything scary as long as my life is not in any danger. This means that I absolutely LOVE scary movies. Although, I don't love them as much if I lose sleep because of them. Hey, it happens.lol. Or sometimes, I may not lose sleep cause I'm scared but just because I'm thinking about the movie in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched a movie that I wouldn't classify as scary but it got me thinking about other scary movies as I drifted off to sleep. This is NEVER a good thing as I usually end up having nightmares. Luckily - or not so luckily depending on how you look at it - I didn't have much of a deep sleep so it kept my dreams at bay. At about 4am I ended up getting up to go to the washroom. I turn onto my back in bed and I see this odd shaped thing in our closet which kind of looked like a distorted head. I know that my imagination can get crazy out of control when I'm half asleep and have fallen to sleep with freaky things dancing around in my head. But, I also like to consider myself well aware of my surroundings, especially in my own home. So here I am, 4am, half awake/half asleep trying to figure out what this thing is hanging around in our closet. So I slowly get up, I slowly tip toe over and what do I do?! I poke at it, HARD! Like if it is a person and has eyes, I would GAUGE them out of their sockets! However, to my surprise, it was light and bounced back so I grabbed it to cop a feel. Well low and behold, it was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' birthday balloon!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed last night that it's losing air and has been randomly floating around our condo. How it managed to get into our closet?! I have no idea! I could understand if it rounded the corner and ended up in our hallway....but to creep down one whole wall, round the corner of the hallway, get passed the wall of the first closet in our bedroom and then go down the wall and INTO our second closet?! Nearly impossible (and creeeeeeepy) I tell you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, what makes this really funny...is that I can only imagine what I would have looked like to the person in the closet if there had actually been someone IN the closet. Like, they would have seen my every move and probably would have broken into MAD fits of laughter watching me drag my big booty out of bed, tip toe over, and attempt to POUNCE on them! The reality is, they would have probably attacked me mid-tiptoe if there was actually someone in there. Why, oh why didn't I think of that as I was having a mild heart attack?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I possibly burnt a few extra calories with my heart rate so high! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3252276938004971647?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3252276938004971647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/creepiness-of-my-birthday-balloon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3252276938004971647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3252276938004971647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/creepiness-of-my-birthday-balloon.html' title='The creepiness of my birthday balloon!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-8071294655712659039</id><published>2010-04-02T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:09:56.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma is a Bi*ch!</title><content type='html'>I like to think of myself as a pretty honest woman. For instance, one time I found a purse once at a mall at the age of 15 and turned it over to security at the mall. Or once I walked out of a store without paying for gum cause I took a piece out in line and out of habit put it in my pocket. When I realized my error I turned right back around and paid for it. Or like when a cashier gives you too much money back and you tell them....I DO THAT! I don't do this because I have to as I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of people don't, I do this because I believe in karma. And now, even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;more so&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene:&lt;br /&gt;A month or two ago, we were at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Superstore&lt;/span&gt; and bought a package of toilet paper. Instead of putting it inside the cart where it would take up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of room, we put it on the bottom. Having finished our shopping and unloading the stuff into the car I realize that we might have walked out without paying for the toilet paper. Too lazy to look for the bill and Superstore already being too busy for my liking, I thought, screw it. Just this ONE TIME, SCREW IT! So I did nothing, absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Costco to get some stuff in bulk such as gum, power bars, and pop. So we grab this flat with 48 Coke Zero which even at Costco still probably costs a fair amount. And, the same rule with the toilet paper at Superstore applied here. We put the pop under the cart so it wouldn't hog up all of the room inside the cart. I should just mention that I have always hated having to put things underneath as I tend to forget about them. This means either forgetting to pay for them, or forgetting to take them out when loading up the car. I think you can see where this is all going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to:&lt;br /&gt;This morning I can hear Keith rummaging around in the kitchen so finally I ask him what all the noise is about. He said he was unloading the pop into the fridge. I made kind of a funny face cause I was thinking 'DAMN, that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of pop to put in our little fridge' but said nothing. About 15 minutes later I went to get some water from the fridge while chatting with my friend on the phone and I notice that the pop in the fridge was the pop we already had in the fridge prior to Costco. It was just no longer in the box anymore. Then it dawned on me that we 'may' have left the Coke Zero in the cart at Costco. So I ask my dear, lovable, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hugable&lt;/span&gt; kissable husband (whom unloaded the cart) if he grabbed the pop out of the cart yesterday. I thought (and hoped) that perhaps, he did grab it out of the cart but decided to leave it in the truck since we already had enough bags to carry up. To my non-existent SHOCK, he said '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Noooooo&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being me, I thought I would call Costco and see if by chance, someone turned it in. To my not so much surprise, nothing had been turned in. Now I know we never paid for that toilet paper because guess what?! Karma really is a big, bad, bi*ch! She got us.....she got us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooooood&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-8071294655712659039?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8071294655712659039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/karma-is-bich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8071294655712659039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/8071294655712659039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/karma-is-bich.html' title='Karma is a Bi*ch!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2513092866282476437</id><published>2010-04-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:40:58.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet peeves and opinions (con't)</title><content type='html'>So on our way to work today, A.L. was driving along and we stopped at a red light. To her HORROR (which became my HORROR), A.L. noticed some HOSE BAG smoking in her car with her BABY in the backseat! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't care if you have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' window rolled down! DO NOT SMOKE with children in cars. I mean, it's just so not cool and I mean, why oh why, do that to a child?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As A.L. pointed out, it's not like the lady was old and ignorant. She was like thirty years old, TOPS! I cannot make excuses for someone that is so blind as to what health problems this can cause for anyone, especially a baby who's lungs are still in the process of getting used harsh air such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pollution&lt;/span&gt; and whatever else is just out there in our 'natural' air, let alone SMOKE! A part of me wanted A.L. to roll down her window so I could throw shit at her car. But, I didn't have shit to throw and that could get gross and stinky.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I did consider just yelling at her from the car but figured she would deem me a lunatic and not even realize that SHE is the lunatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to know how my followers might have handled that situation if they had the opportunity to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just to throw in another pet peeve. It breaks my heart to see kids stuck in a car while their parents are fighting in the vehicle....with the children. It brings tears to my eyes and I honestly want to jump out of my vehicle and save the kids and scold the parents. I mean, I would look like a crazy psycho but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;....I usually do anyways.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2513092866282476437?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2513092866282476437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/pet-peeves-and-opinions-cont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2513092866282476437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2513092866282476437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/04/pet-peeves-and-opinions-cont.html' title='Pet peeves and opinions (con&apos;t)'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2098033784365627194</id><published>2010-03-31T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:15:30.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Of The Living Skies</title><content type='html'>Land Of The Living Skies, this our motto here in Saskatchewan. You'll see it on the plates of our vehicles, you'll hear people say it, and you'll probably witness it if you've ever taken a look up at the sky once nightfall strikes. I do find this motto to be quite true. However, as time goes on and our ozone layer dwindles, I find our city becoming more and more windy. Now maybe it was like this when I was a child but I don't quite remember it being this bad. Therefore, I officially suggest that our new motto is 'The land of the CAR-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RAZ&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EEEEE&lt;/span&gt; WINDS'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2098033784365627194?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2098033784365627194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/land-of-living-skies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2098033784365627194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2098033784365627194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/land-of-living-skies.html' title='Land Of The Living Skies'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4587647846990811143</id><published>2010-03-31T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:46:42.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart man</title><content type='html'>My husband, he's a smart man. Like probably ten times smarter than I'll ever be which is fine cause it just means that I can play cute and innocent all the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. But every once in a while, I'm able to pull one over on him. This does not happen often so I need to relish in it whenever possible. Not like gloat....okay, maybe I gloat a little but really, I need to take what I can get.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm not sure how this came up in conversation, I remembered the time when I tricked him and OH how I tricked him good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being the sweet wife that I am will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; give him a massage. So one night I'm massaging away like a SUPER AWESOME wife (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; at the time) would. At the end of it, I thought it would be funny to flick his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nippies&lt;/span&gt;. So, I did! (insert evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: What was that for?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! They always flick your nipples after a massage. (and then I gave a look like he was weird for not knowing this)&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Really?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: uncontrollable fits of laughter - giggling.....nnnnnooohhhoooo....pfffffttttt....oooo.....snort....na......ooohhh....choke.....wheezing.....catches breath, No, they don't flick your nipple after a massage!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what happened after that. I think I was so light headed from all the laughter. I'm pretty sure Keith looked confused, then started laughing. I just told him I got him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOD&lt;/span&gt;! Cause I totally did and he can deny it ALL he wants but I know the truth. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one second, he believed that we are actually supposed to get our nipples flicked after a massage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm so going to hell for that one.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4587647846990811143?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4587647846990811143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/smart-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4587647846990811143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4587647846990811143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/smart-man.html' title='Smart man'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3813776865095974130</id><published>2010-03-30T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:19:49.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Product of the week (although it's not an actual product)</title><content type='html'>This is one of my MOST favorite websites in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it's an online tool that helps with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weight loss&lt;/span&gt; and you can sign up for FREE! I do believe that you can also pay if you want access to more things. However, without paying, I can look up calorie information on many foods and beverages. Oh, and you can also enter in nutritional information on foods they might not have in there which I think is pretty handy. They also have a tool where you can enter what you weigh, how much you want to lose and it will calculate how much you have to lose per week to meet your goal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; you can always recalculate it if you wish to do so. By far the best thing I think, is that I can track what food I eat and my activities for the day and it will calculate how many calories I had that day and how much I burnt. It is SO GREAT! It really is one of the most handy dandy sites I've come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for anyone battling the bulge like I am might really appreciate this site. I know I do. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitday.com/"&gt;www.fitday.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3813776865095974130?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3813776865095974130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/product-of-week-although-its-not-actual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3813776865095974130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3813776865095974130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/product-of-week-although-its-not-actual.html' title='Product of the week (although it&apos;s not an actual product)'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2628441434361179151</id><published>2010-03-29T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:49:45.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the bulge</title><content type='html'>As most of you probably know, I have battled with my weight my ENTIRE life. I'm up, I'm down, I'm all around. Since the beginning of January, with much dedication, I have been going to the gym &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; three times a week which isn't too shabby. Last week, my gym gal pal and I went for the full five days. Kudos to us for sure but I still don't think I've lost a single pound so like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my gym gal pal is doing AMAZING! In fact, this weekend we exchanged clothes and I was SO pleased with what she gave to me (and super appreciative) - all of which I hope to fit into soon. :) As for her, she walked out of here with a box full of clothes (that I currently don't fit into) which pretty much all fit her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I can honestly say that I love the progress we're making. And even though I don't think I've lost a single pound, I can say that I've gained some things, besides weight! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've gained energy during the day, I've gained endurance AND most importantly, I've gained a new friend! I mean, losing weight is great but the experience is what life is really all about for me personally. Although, losing some weight along the way would be AWESOME after all! lol. And now the opportunity has arisen to do a challenge which is similar to The Biggest Loser show that I keep himming and humming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (the people that choose to enter) weigh in once a week and the outcome is based on our percentage lost as opposed to pounds so that no one will actually know what we weigh. THANK GAWD! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. They intend to have incentives along the way to keep us motivated which is cool because like, who doesn't like to be rewarded?! When we first weigh in, we will be assigned a number that we will use for all weigh ins instead of our names. So really, no one will actually know who is losing the most every week unless it ends up being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;them self&lt;/span&gt;. At the end of it all, if you walk away being the biggest loser, that's when you get all the attention and MONEY! To claim the prize (guarateed $500 for 1st place) you just hand in your handy dandy number for your claim to fame. Ofcourse the winner has to be okay with their name and their percentage of weight lost being announced which is fine by me. Oh, and what would I do with that money won if I were to be the biggest loser? Well I think I would treat me to a fancy dinner with lots of cheesy, yummy, food and oodles of chocolate fun for dessert! Okay, maybe know you can see my fear of why I might not be successful if I enter. LOL! :)&lt;br /&gt;This seems like an exciting thing to do yet I find myself discouraged cause I haven't had much success in the past few months. But then again, what do I really have to lose?! (you know, besides like a million pounds)???! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....To Be Continued......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2628441434361179151?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2628441434361179151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/battle-of-bulge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2628441434361179151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2628441434361179151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/battle-of-bulge.html' title='Battle of the bulge'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-7894619333722456879</id><published>2010-03-27T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:00:25.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Product of the week is.....</title><content type='html'>NACHOS from the Freehouse! So good! I've had them two times now and they are so yummy! I don't even have to ask for extra cheeeeeeese and they are COVERED in cheese. Oh cheese, how I love you even though I'm sssssoooo not supposed to eat you!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're looking for super FANTABULOUS nachos,  Freehouse is the place to go!!! Damn, now I want nachos again! lol. Did I fail to mention I've had a few doubles put in me?! But in all honesty, I've had the nachos sober too and that's when I fell in love with them...it was my first time! Oh, and they come with the best guacamole I've EVER tasted in my entire life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story...I had WAY to many doubles and the NACHOS were AWESOME (despite how many drinks I had)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-7894619333722456879?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7894619333722456879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/product-of-week-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7894619333722456879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/7894619333722456879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/product-of-week-is.html' title='Product of the week is.....'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4915500519928504295</id><published>2010-03-24T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:34:47.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mother Nature (and other random thoughts)...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mother Nature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter was SO last season, so like, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly,&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought seeing a dead corpse in a body bag would be the most awkward thing I would witness this year, an uncomfortable meeting proved me VERY wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I look like I was ten years old when I got my license?! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that people are acting half crazy because it's a half moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me to death, to think about death. I imagine being a in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seniors&lt;/span&gt; home and not knowing if I'll wake up from my nap or from a good night's sleep. What FREAKS me out even more is that it could happen at any time really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make more money than I did two years ago, but I seem to have less of it. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially seen two people (whom I consider to be pretty) that have hairstyles that make it appear as though they have no chin. Why, oh why, would someone do that to themselves and why, oh why, would their stylist allow it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is NEVER allowed to do a cleanse again when he has access to junk food which is nearly impossible considering we have a 711 across the street from us.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4915500519928504295?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4915500519928504295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-mother-nature-and-other-random.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4915500519928504295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4915500519928504295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-mother-nature-and-other-random.html' title='Dear Mother Nature (and other random thoughts)...'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4218240539176190116</id><published>2010-03-22T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:05:27.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday....Monday...na-na, na,na,na,naaaaaah...</title><content type='html'>Today, was an eventful day. I was busy at work, had an excellent, workout, choked on water and saw a dead body zipped up in a blue body bag. That's right, you read that correctly!!! Now to some people, like people that work in a hospital, it would probably be no biggie. I, on the other hand, walked away with a HUGE case of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heebie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jeebies&lt;/span&gt;. Like I said, it was an eventful day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So towards the end of the day, a couple of co-workers and myself were chatting. One lady, we'll call her L.A. was talking about changing her hair. As we were discussing this, I asked her if she would ever consider cutting her hair shorter. To this, she responded, 'I don't want it much shorter or I can't get it up'. If you know the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pervy&lt;/span&gt; mind I tend to have on a regular basis, then you'll understand why I started giggling. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; my fellow co-workers started laughing as well. Once done giggling like 10 year old girls, the conversation went on. While still talking, my mind went back to her comment about not getting it up. That's when it all went Ca-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RRRAAAZY&lt;/span&gt;! I kind of smiled and chuckled and as I did this, I was taking a sip of my water. Which, went down the wrong tube and caused me to choke. But me being me, I try containing the choking and the laughter which results in the water spouting out of my mouth like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' fountain. Once all the water is gone, I continue choking, coughing and burping. Not only that, but I seem to remember sounding like I was barking out burps that I feared would end in me throwing up. Now, this wouldn't have been so bad but at the same time, I'm trying not to laugh! Why, you ask. Simply because while I'm trying to calm down and get my choking, coughing, burping, and barking under control, my co-workers were literally KILLING themselves laughing. L.A. actually had to walk away because she was laughing so hard. What a nice gal, huh?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Once everything subsided, my other co-worker, (we'll call her A.L.) finally managed to ask if I was okay once she was done laughing.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Which, I was but I was a little shaken and I was still giggling because I can imagine how damn funny I must have looked. Tears and all, me, choking on water while giggling about it. As I said before, I never said I was classy. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now onto the dead body part. :s&lt;br /&gt;At some point, L.A. had noticed while chatting with us that there were cop cars at the apartment complex across from where we work. This is not an unusual thing as it's not the most well looked after building in the city (not my workplace, but the apartment building). As usual, we took a quick glance and dismissed it. Within no time after the choking and everything, it was the end of the day and A.L. and I headed out. On my way out to my truck while crossing the street I see the cop car pull away. THEN, I see a man and women come out with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gurney&lt;/span&gt;. Fully loaded with a dead body in a blue body bag that resembled a blue &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;duffel&lt;/span&gt; bag. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLECH&lt;/span&gt;! I mean, it's all I can say, it really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CREEPED&lt;/span&gt; me out. I mean, I've seen deceased people before at funerals and everything but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEEEWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;! What's worse is that I tried to avoid walking by them at all costs but I was halfway across the one street before I noticed what was happening. THEN, to cross the other street, I had to cross the street with the man and woman AND the dead person on the gurney so that I could get to my truck and they could get to there 'dead person carrier vehicle' (insert correct word here). Even just remembering it is making me feel all icky again (and I just showered)!!! But here's the thing, it's probably vain of me to call the vehicle they use the 'dead person carrier vehicle' but I also feel vain because of the thought that went through my head when I saw that blue body bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of reflecting on life and thinking about my 'near death' experience when I choked on the water (rolls eyes at myself), I thought, 'DAMN, how the F would I ever fit in that bag (especially if I DID die while choking on my water all the while having my co-workers stand there and laugh'???! I need to get to the gym ASAP!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4218240539176190116?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4218240539176190116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/mondaymondayna-na-nanananaaaaaah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4218240539176190116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4218240539176190116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/mondaymondayna-na-nanananaaaaaah.html' title='Monday....Monday...na-na, na,na,na,naaaaaah...'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2834314971538697467</id><published>2010-03-19T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:23:24.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funny</title><content type='html'>I've always had this thing where my mouth overproduces saliva and a bunch of other yucky stuff. There's a techinical term for it but I can never remember what it is. This means that as much as I brush my teeth and floss and use mouth wash, I'm destined to have stinky breath more often than I would like. :s I chew gum as much as possible which helps but sometimes, it's not realistic for me to have gum in my mouth. Like when I'm sleeping, or working out, or if I just don't have any gum handy. Now this is something my husband teases me about, especially before bed and first thing in the morning and my breath could be used as a weapon.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we were getting ready for bed and he asked me if I brushed my teeth and I said 'Yes' well, because I had like about five minutes prior. To me this was a sign that it made no difference and my breath was icky...yet again. Well, in all honestly, Keith didn't smell like sunshine either. He has been out all day running errands and definitely could have used some deodorant or something. So I think, here's my opportunity to tease him for once...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'Oh my GAWD Keith, take a shower or something, your BO is going to kill me'! (I giggled)&lt;br /&gt;Keith: 'Not if your breath doesn't kill me first'! (we both laughed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touche honey, touche. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2834314971538697467?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2834314971538697467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2834314971538697467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2834314971538697467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-funny.html' title='Friday Funny'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3261884080546191108</id><published>2010-03-18T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:02:09.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To MEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>Hold the birthday wishes people, it's not till Sunday.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. However, I got a lovely surprise today! As mentioned before, Keith has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to surprise me because he's known to do things in advance. For example, for our one year anniversary, he sent me flowers a whole WEEK before our anniversary date. Granted he still spoiled me the day of but the flowers were a nice, thoughtful touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm working away and I can tell my cell is vibrating like crazy so I looked and saw that there were two messages which made me wonder if there was an emergency. There was no emergency at all (thank goodness). It was our security &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; in the main lobby saying there were flowers for me and I was all like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; and totally surprised. What a sweetheart, right?! Back off ladies, HE'S MINE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that all I asked for was for him (or someone other than me) to clean our condo so that I didn't have to do it this weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully, I'll still get that for my birthday too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is thank you to my love. He constantly amazes me for which I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SWB&lt;/span&gt;, if you read this, I &lt; 3 you and thank you for all that you bring into my life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3261884080546191108?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3261884080546191108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-meeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3261884080546191108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3261884080546191108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-meeeee.html' title='Happy Birthday To MEEEEE!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3121374677183393992</id><published>2010-03-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:45:32.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies to Britney Spears (or possibly Jessica Simpson)</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, I used to write poetry. For a while, I thought I was pretty good at it. I was soon to realize that someone could write a poem called 'Rain' and it would be a short poem, in which all it would actually say was 'Rain'. Then some artsy person would come along and claim the short poem 'Rain' to be the most outstanding poetry EVER and so I stopped writing for the most part.lol. However, during the time I wrote, I used to keep a pen and paper by my bed in case anything came to me at night while I was trying to get my sorry tush to sleep. Now, I don't. Which, I'm starting to regret now that I'm blogging. Quite often, one minute I'll think of something really funny (atleast to me) to blog about and then by the next morning (or possibly minutes later), the thought is gone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I regret not getting up last night to write down what was happening in my head for I fear that Britney or Jessica may pay the consequences. I am quite certain, that I created either Britney's next hit, or Jessica's next comeback hit, depending on which melody I ran with. I can practically hear your laughter but it's TRUE, I SWEAR!lol. I seriously had a rockin' good beat going on and NO, it wasn't a rip off of a song I had heard earlier in the day...I don't think. teehee. Do I remember ANY of it?! Sadly, no I do not. And now, I'm positive that I have played a hand in Britney possibly never recording a hit again, or poor Jessica never making a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Britney....Jessica, I love you both, and I am SO sorry. Next time, I WILL get up and write it down, I PROMISE! The next one is yours! Well, atleast one of yours. OOOOHHHHH, I foresee a duet. Hhhmmm, not sure if I love you both THAT much though to want to hear you singing together. Anyway, sorry gals. HUGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3121374677183393992?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3121374677183393992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-apologies-to-britney-spears-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3121374677183393992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3121374677183393992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-apologies-to-britney-spears-or.html' title='My apologies to Britney Spears (or possibly Jessica Simpson)'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2299271422202211477</id><published>2010-03-15T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:40:49.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because he's funny like that!</title><content type='html'>I've been tired, messy, coughy, sneezy, weezy, cranky, etc, etc. You name it, I've been it for the past five days. And my husband, well, he's just been a sweetheart even though I haven't been much fun at all. (sorry SWB and thank you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Keith likes to be ahead of everything which is great when it comes to things like our anniversary, my birthday, etc, because he always surprises me in advance which is nice. And I'm always actually surprised even though I caught on to this because he's so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I was, having another day (at home) to face yet another llllooooonnnggg day of doing shyte all which just adds to the crappiness of being sick. If you don't know it already, couping me up for too many days in a row = NOT GOOD in the land of Kim. So I hop on the computer to make sure I haven't missed anything exciting. Did you know that someone posting on FB that their newborn crapped EVERYWHERE can be considered 'exciting' when cabin fever kicks in?! WHO KNEW!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the point, I open my email to see a birthday e-card (my birthday is on the 21st) from my adorable husband. Now, if I ever needed a laugh, this was the time and as always, his timing was perfect!!! Be ready to giggle your tushy off. Unless, I'm the only one that finds this funny...if so, I apologize in advance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/aA2EVCcyPphU24Ty7eNl" target="_blank"&gt;http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/aA2EVCcyPphU24Ty7eNl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2299271422202211477?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2299271422202211477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-hes-funny-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2299271422202211477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2299271422202211477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-hes-funny-like-that.html' title='Because he&apos;s funny like that!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-2319247244513644062</id><published>2010-03-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:03:23.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding dong (in song)</title><content type='html'>the witch is dead! Which witch?! The WICKED witch! Okay, so no one is dead (thank god for that) but I got some news today that I consider awesome. Which, at this point, I would consider anything good news since I've been sick for the past four days and have not had tons of contact with the outside world but that's besides the point. All I can say is thank you FACEBOOK (for helping me make it through the past few days, without you, I would have gone CRAZY)! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was our average day minus any activity for myself cause I've been down and out with whatever it is I have. Keith was doing his usual thing by searching the net and checking out what's for sale in Regina (housing wise). He came across a posting that the condo upstairs is for sale. This news + me = EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Now I've never ranted about this before in my blog that I can recall but our neighbour that lives above us SUCKS the big one. And I say that in the most kind way, I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, can she help it that she does laundry at 5am (sometimes sooner)? Can she help it that she has no nice, neighbourly social skills? Is it her fault she gave me the stink eye one night while I was out for my friend's stagette and happened to be where she was (HOW DARE I)???! Most of all, can she help it that she probably only weighs 100 pounds and sounds like 50 elephants ALL THE TIME?! I know the answer is YES but I tell myself NO so that I dislike her less.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say, again, is.....EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Now, we just need the pot smoking, noise making rowdy guy downstairs to leave. AAAAAHHHHH, a girl can dream! Actually, if I could wish for anything it would be for us to move into a bigger place where we don't share anything with neighbours. :)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I believe in karma and I worry that if I get too excited about this, we'll end up with an even worse neighbour above us, so, feel free to shout out some prayers for us. Which, since we're not religious, just keep your freaking fingers crossed for us. Thank you. teehee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-2319247244513644062?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2319247244513644062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/ding-dong-in-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2319247244513644062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/2319247244513644062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/ding-dong-in-song.html' title='Ding dong (in song)'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-4344855832508514474</id><published>2010-03-08T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:19:01.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>So I love the song *Sexy Girl*, also known as *Sexy Bitch*. It has a good beat, catchy words and makes me want to dance like a crazy nut which means that I, would love it. However, the other day I was listening to it and am catching on to the words. A few times the 'artist' says he's trying to find words to describe the girl without being disrespectful and then calls her a sexy bitch. Now, I'm sure some women would take this as a compliment but it's not the most flattering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; (there I go with my opinions again). When I heard this in the song, my first thought was, well, maybe don't call her a bitch if you don't want to be disrespectful. I'm just saying.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-4344855832508514474?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4344855832508514474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4344855832508514474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/4344855832508514474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569256483631354027.post-3414957360617670655</id><published>2010-03-04T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:54:09.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people do ROCK!</title><content type='html'>Today, was a busy day. I honestly felt like I could have pulled my hair out alongside my co-worker as we were just ssssoooo busy and I was feeling pretty overwhelmed. Now, I've been warned not to post any blogs about work but I think I can make an acception this one time because some people REALLY DO ROCK and it wouldn't be cool of me to not send a shout out to them. And, some of those people that REALLY DO ROCK, just happen to be people that I work with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't always handle surprises well and am really impressed that I didn't bawl my eyes out. Mostly, I don't think I cried because I had NO IDEA what was happening. For those of you there, you know what I'm referring to and for those of you that don't, feel free to read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm like 'whoa' busy and I cannot find ANYONE in our department to help me with something which just added to my OMG, I wish I had ten clones of myself.lol. But as I'm searching for someone, my supervisor comes around the corner and is like 'Where is everyone?' and I'm like, 'I was just wondering the SAME THING!' Then, one of my darling co-workers turns up and says, let's go for break and I think, okay, sounds goooood, I could use one. lol. She tells me we have to stop by the cafeteria and refuses to let me go pee first as we 'won't be long' and assures me I can hold it. Well, she lied (about the not being long part, I did however, manage to hold my bladder)!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to the cafeteria and the doors are closed which usually means there's a 'private function' going on but she just walked right on up and opened the door and ignored my hesitation for reasons soon to be obvious to me. There WAS a private function, and it was for MMMMEEEEE! It only took me like three minutes to figure out....three minutes, that's not bad. Okay, it's bad but I'll admit I was confused and nervous because I had no idea why when my co-worker opened the door, about thirty friendly faces had their eyes on me. Then, our VP walks in and says 'Congratulations Kim' so I'm all like 'Did I get a promotion???' Actually, I think my first response was, but my birthday's not for two more weeks! lol. Then I made the promo comment. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, some of the ladies I work with came up with this plan to throw me a lil' 'Hey, you got MARRIED' party which is just the sweetest thing!!! What's even more super fantastic is that like EVERYONE on our floor got in on it which means so much to me, it really, REALLY does. They went like WAY above and beyond anything I would have ever expected and for that, I am WOWED! There were pictures from our wedding, there was cake and fruit (YUM), and a shower gift, and some wedding gifts and really nice wishes from everyone saying congratulations. It was all very overwhelming and now I think I'm going to cry because it really was amazing and so thoughtful of everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, people have been extremely generous and kind within work and out of work in regards to our marriage. The cards, the gifts, the warm wishes, the love, it's all been so wonderful. Keith and I really do appreciate it and know that there will be times in life where we have the opportunity to return the kindness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Keith and I would like to say thank you to everyone that has gone above and beyond for us in so many ways! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Did I mention that MANY people we have in our lives REALLY DO ROCK?! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569256483631354027-3414957360617670655?l=marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3414957360617670655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-people-do-rock.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3414957360617670655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569256483631354027/posts/default/3414957360617670655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadnessandmore.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-people-do-rock.html' title='Some people do ROCK!'/><author><name>Kim Cullins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765228635473517980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeL0TGh5YHY/S2mSnjM7eKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j0qeOhEDXG4/S220/Beautiful+Bride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
