<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 09:29:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Married &amp; Loving it</title><description>My thoughts, observations, hopes and dreams...with a little bit of crazy thrown in too</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-3287355807278557345</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T14:03:23.218-05:00</atom:updated><title>The world lost a great man</title><description>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SxgCLFd6fcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-7zLA6wBzDo/s1600-h/kevin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SxgCLFd6fcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-7zLA6wBzDo/s200/kevin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(This picture is taken from his Facebook page...a picture is worth a thousand words and this one shows just how much humor this guy always had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past&amp;nbsp;Saturday, the world lost a great man. Kevin Denny, a family friend, lost his battle with colon cancer after a brave fight. In mine and in so many others minds, he will always be remembered for his sense of humor, his love of his family and his incredible caring and generous personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I first met Kevin when my family moved to Dublin in 1987. Kevin, his wife Connie, and&amp;nbsp;their 3&amp;nbsp;children&amp;nbsp;lived across the street. I went to elementary school with his oldest son. Our families hung out all the time, because the Denny's were such a great family to be around. As Kevin might say, they were (and still are) as much fun as a barrel of monkeys. Throw in a lot of humor, a lot of love for the ordinary and simple&amp;nbsp;things in life, and&amp;nbsp;a little bit of disfunction...and that's why we loved being togther. As the years have gone on we've shared plenty; birthdays, job promotions, babies being born, graduations, even my wedding. Despite my family moving away for almost 5 years, we all still kept in touch. Through it all Kevin and Connie have been people we could always count on, whether it was to borrow a cup of sugar, to listen, or to just make us laugh. I remember when&amp;nbsp;Kevin used to work at Wyandot Lake (a now defunct water park) and he'd beg us to come down and enjoy the rides. He loved seeing us all have a good time. The first time I saw the movie Beetlejuice I was floating in an intertube in the wave pool at Wyandot Lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was 15 years old I (like many my age) was looking for a part time job in the summer. Kevin, who had worked in the hospitality/entertainment industry for decades, took a chance on me and hired me to work in the concession stand at Sports Ohio. It's a decision I can never repay him for. Not only did I have a great boss, a fun job and a paycheck coming in...but I ended up meeting the man who would become my husband almost 10 years later. Those 3 summers I spent working there are some of the best highlights of my teenage years. No matter what kind of day you were having, seeing Kevin ALWAYS made it better. He was the kind of boss who everyone loved, the one who realized that you didn't have to be a tyrant to manage people...instead you had to just treat them how you wanted to be treated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of my favorite memories of Kevin: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*listening to him singing along to the Spice Girls cd that he'd play ALL the time at Sports Ohio, many times with a broom in his hand as a microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*he was the only manager at work who actually joined us when we used to race go-karts late at night after the park closed....and he often won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*his impression of the cowardly lion from The Wizard of Oz was priceless....especially when he also used it to impersonate the "lounge singer" that used to sing at Christmas mass every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Our families used to get together on Christmas Eve for dinner, and the year I turned 21 we went to TGI Friday's. My mom, Connie and myself ordered these HUGE margaritas...and Kevin spent the entire night making us laugh so hard we almost wet our pants. (didn't help that we were all toasted) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Throughout all of these years I&amp;nbsp;remember how much he cared about his wife. He and Connie had been married for more than 30 years, and I just remember how much you could tell that they loved each other. The amount of laughter in that marriage is something we should all strive for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*My final memory of Kevin was earlier this year, when his youngest daughter graduated from high school. We went to her graduation party, and despite him being in pain from battling this evil cancer, he still had a smile on his face the entire time, and was so genuinly happy to see everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To Kevin, I know you are in a better place, and that your suffering has finally come to an end. You are missed more than you know, and your presence will live on in so many people. Thank you for caring, thank you for sharing your humor and your laughter, and most of all, thank you for being such a great man to so many people. &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/2372352689341407834-3287355807278557345?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-lost-great-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SxgCLFd6fcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-7zLA6wBzDo/s72-c/kevin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-3106024245689908784</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T11:37:22.725-05:00</atom:updated><title>Transformation almost complete!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SxP0OwjxdnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NIAz6oMMBGM/s1600/fridge.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SxP0OwjxdnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NIAz6oMMBGM/s320/fridge.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The transformation of this house is almost complete! Today the fridge and microwave were installed...now we can eat at the house and not have to order food out all the time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boxes are mostly moved...the furniture goes this Saturday!! :-) Can't wait to get rid of the apartment.&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/2372352689341407834-3106024245689908784?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/11/transformation-almost-complete.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SxP0OwjxdnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NIAz6oMMBGM/s72-c/fridge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-1054622347996326832</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T12:24:37.589-05:00</atom:updated><title>What I won't miss</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;File this under "Things I won't miss about our apartment" &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SwwWS0QP4UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/en1vsBe6DAQ/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407721765085372738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SwwWS0QP4UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/en1vsBe6DAQ/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To you, it looks like a picture of our front door and our back door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To us...it's a picture of the ghetto ventilation system we have to use in order to stop the smoke detectors from going off every time the stove is on above 375 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-1054622347996326832?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-wont-miss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SwwWS0QP4UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/en1vsBe6DAQ/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-6083304104777418841</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T15:14:01.502-05:00</atom:updated><title>The New House</title><description>Well...it's official. We are homeowners. Friday (my birthday) we closed and got the keys, then spent the rest of the weekend cleaning! I'm completely tired and sore...but it's so worth it! It really does look better just by cleaning the windows, siding on the front porch, and the garage. Even the cobwebs are gone in the corners! Now it's on to painting....stay tuned for an update on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Svh3uu3QOdI/AAAAAAAAANw/oeosRxPEIxY/s1600-h/house+auditor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402199397768378834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Svh3uu3QOdI/AAAAAAAAANw/oeosRxPEIxY/s400/house+auditor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This picture is old...those aren't our cars and the landscaping doesn't look quite like this anymore only because it's dead...but you get the idea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-6083304104777418841?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Svh3uu3QOdI/AAAAAAAAANw/oeosRxPEIxY/s72-c/house+auditor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-2128081654017210327</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T11:38:46.220-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Anniversary</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/St8qNMpd8VI/AAAAAAAAANo/owc2H8o8Za8/s1600-h/anniversary+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395077284834963794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/St8qNMpd8VI/AAAAAAAAANo/owc2H8o8Za8/s400/anniversary+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 2nd Anniversary to us! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We decided to celebrate by going to Martini and having what turned out to be an AWESOME dinner! I would recommend it to anyone. I of course had salmon, and Scott had filet. Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The entire night I swear all I wanted to do was lick my plate. (but didn't of course) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rest of the night was pretty low key, we're trying not to spend a lot of money because we've got this house to pay for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's to more great years ahead....can't wait to see what the future holds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-2128081654017210327?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-anniversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/St8qNMpd8VI/AAAAAAAAANo/owc2H8o8Za8/s72-c/anniversary+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-6912833179298425022</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T19:45:03.381-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday Scott!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/StUQf_C8r5I/AAAAAAAAANY/CyLZFkYwPv0/s1600-h/pirate+plates.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my husband's 30th birthday!!! At the last minute I decided to get him an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen since all of my cake decorating supplies are packed. Yummy! He loved the pirate theme...it was quite a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/StUQfot9NQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MMOkcVfV0lM/s1600-h/cake+with+candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392234264538199298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/StUQfot9NQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MMOkcVfV0lM/s400/cake+with+candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2372352689341407834-6912833179298425022?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-scott.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/StUQfot9NQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MMOkcVfV0lM/s72-c/cake+with+candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-121930910834343644</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T20:38:15.647-04:00</atom:updated><title>Free night</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Ss6F0eDt9HI/AAAAAAAAANI/uDZ3LGOO7cs/s1600-h/best+western.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390392940477412466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Ss6F0eDt9HI/AAAAAAAAANI/uDZ3LGOO7cs/s400/best+western.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a great letter in the mail today! After we stayed at the Best Western in Zanesville for my brother's high school graduation, I put my business card in their bowl at the desk. They did some kind of raffle...and I won a free night's stay sometime between now and next September! :-) That's about a $75 discount! Too bad it's right down the street from my parents house...cause we always stay with them. oh well...it will be nice to use!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-121930910834343644?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Ss6F0eDt9HI/AAAAAAAAANI/uDZ3LGOO7cs/s72-c/best+western.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-5333893135326028959</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T11:14:45.208-04:00</atom:updated><title>The House</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SsN1l21_pgI/AAAAAAAAANA/dFDJOjINf2o/s1600-h/the+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387278872502838786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SsN1l21_pgI/AAAAAAAAANA/dFDJOjINf2o/s400/the+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After months of searching...this is it...our new house!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted...it's not officially ours yet, but it will be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are currently waiting on the title to be transferred, and then closing, and then and only then will the keys be ours!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The waiting is killing me....good thing I've got a ton of things to pack! (anyone have boxes? I could use them!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-5333893135326028959?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/09/house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SsN1l21_pgI/AAAAAAAAANA/dFDJOjINf2o/s72-c/the+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-3805398877317269057</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T13:27:20.154-04:00</atom:updated><title>More furloughs</title><description>Hmmm....what to do with my 5 additional days that I have to take off?? oh yeah...I don't get paid for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-3805398877317269057?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-furloughs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-3022751245828793194</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 20:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T16:59:49.377-04:00</atom:updated><title>We have a lilly!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQvQoFU2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Xas5PgtenpQ/s1600-h/pics+to+post+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374009028207006562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQvQoFU2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Xas5PgtenpQ/s400/pics+to+post+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQjlMKh-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qPEH3KmmEKI/s1600-h/pics+to+post+002.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/2372352689341407834-3022751245828793194?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-lilly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQvQoFU2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Xas5PgtenpQ/s72-c/pics+to+post+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-8207339346495652079</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 20:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T16:58:11.378-04:00</atom:updated><title>Zoo</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQTPXqeLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sQ9dY6gEPB0/s1600-h/pics+to+post+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008546833365170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQTPXqeLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sQ9dY6gEPB0/s200/pics+to+post+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQKRA2D3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/CtkKc9EteLs/s1600-h/pics+to+post+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008392655703922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQKRA2D3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/CtkKc9EteLs/s200/pics+to+post+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQJ9hlV0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/l-h5zo9sc0I/s1600-h/pics+to+post+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008387424311106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQJ9hlV0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/l-h5zo9sc0I/s200/pics+to+post+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQJau8I-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Y9fUTTlEjzs/s1600-h/pics+to+post+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008378085090274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQJau8I-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Y9fUTTlEjzs/s200/pics+to+post+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQIwrpvDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7rYTy0zp730/s1600-h/pics+to+post+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008366797012018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQIwrpvDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7rYTy0zp730/s200/pics+to+post+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQIcUGJSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FAQ5wIZgT_I/s1600-h/pics+to+post+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008361329501474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQIcUGJSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FAQ5wIZgT_I/s200/pics+to+post+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago we went to the zoo...and I forgot to post about it. Scott and I decided to become members of the zoo...something we really wanted to do for some time. It just makes sense to be honest. We love going there, and now we can get in whenever we like! &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/2372352689341407834-8207339346495652079?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/08/zoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SpRQTPXqeLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sQ9dY6gEPB0/s72-c/pics+to+post+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-749208445838738548</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T11:03:21.930-04:00</atom:updated><title>More layoffs</title><description>How much more can we handle?&lt;br /&gt;My patience with this economy and this business is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; waining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-749208445838738548?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-layoffs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-813798612171318975</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T20:30:26.100-04:00</atom:updated><title>Change the time, things are way different</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SmEXci0YSHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lBxypbMCA2U/s1600-h/newsroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359590810697877618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SmEXci0YSHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lBxypbMCA2U/s200/newsroom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how things are different when it's late at night. I've been working on the 11 this week...and I love it :-) It's so quiet in the newsroom. Wish it could be like this all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-813798612171318975?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-time-things-are-way-different.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SmEXci0YSHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lBxypbMCA2U/s72-c/newsroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-1573418081594323341</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T11:12:51.566-04:00</atom:updated><title>R.I.P. First at 4</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SkzMg-ysUEI/AAAAAAAAALs/f-WDJf3ccTM/s1600-h/nbc-peacock-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353878924020174914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SkzMg-ysUEI/AAAAAAAAALs/f-WDJf3ccTM/s200/nbc-peacock-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First at 4 is no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday July 1 was the final show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We started this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;groundbreaking&lt;/span&gt; show on June 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008. I was lucky enough to be named the producer of the show. It launched in our downtown studio on Broad &amp;amp; High and was a full hour long show. At the beginning we were completely swamped...with ideas and things we really wanted to do. Of course we finally found our groove, and I think Ellie and I certainly had things the way we wanted them after only a few weeks time. It was always hard to come up with segments for the show, since we didn't really have that much help, but that was the fun part of it actually! I loved how much creative control I had over the show, which is something every producer always wants (but sometimes doesn't get) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm very proud of the show we put together, and that it lasted as long as it did. Thanks to it being launched...I was able to leave the vampire world that is the morning show and finally work during the day!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to everyone who ever watched, and certainly those who ever sent us their answer to the question of the day! We really appreciated all the support. Maybe someday we'll be able to bring it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-1573418081594323341?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-first-at-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SkzMg-ysUEI/AAAAAAAAALs/f-WDJf3ccTM/s72-c/nbc-peacock-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-3247549107659933880</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-25T10:21:21.448-04:00</atom:updated><title>Dog filled weekend</title><description>It was a dog filled weekend! Summit really enjoyed splashing in the pool...which seemed like such a great way to cool off on a hot and sticky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-eoDI5jzI/AAAAAAAAALk/H-JwLXelwnE/s1600-h/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169293214027570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-eoDI5jzI/AAAAAAAAALk/H-JwLXelwnE/s320/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tobey has gotten so big! This was one of the FEW times she actually sat down on Sunday. What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-enwM-b9I/AAAAAAAAALc/EZkNW8KhIBI/s1600-h/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169288130850770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-enwM-b9I/AAAAAAAAALc/EZkNW8KhIBI/s320/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Bentley &amp;amp; Barkely...2 dogs who belong to some of my co-workers. The dogs spent some time at our house while my co-workers were away on vacation. What fun it was to have these guys around. They are soooo good and such a fun duo to have around. (not to mention they are super cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-enU9J68I/AAAAAAAAALU/bxuuOzvQZSY/s1600-h/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169280816737218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-enU9J68I/AAAAAAAAALU/bxuuOzvQZSY/s320/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-enIROZ6I/AAAAAAAAALM/Rsyu1eOiDJc/s1600-h/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169277411256226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-enIROZ6I/AAAAAAAAALM/Rsyu1eOiDJc/s320/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One more thing...Here's a short 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-3247549107659933880?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f14f8795bc6c2e91&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/dog-filled-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sj-eoDI5jzI/AAAAAAAAALk/H-JwLXelwnE/s72-c/Thorpe+Dogs+%26+TobeySummit+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-4200583982855435203</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-19T16:53:22.364-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lyrics I love</title><description>Well everybody got an opinion now don’t they&lt;br /&gt;But it ain’t no thing to me&lt;br /&gt;It really don’t make any difference now to me&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t like what you see&lt;br /&gt;I pay no mind to the negative kind&lt;br /&gt;Cause that’s just no way to be&lt;br /&gt;I don’t stop to please someone else’s needs&lt;br /&gt;Gonna live my life for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m gonna keep on I’m a do my own thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all got a song that we’re meant to sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and no matter what people say or might think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain’t goin’ no place no I’m here to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna keep on doing my thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause whether they love or they hating on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll still be the same girl I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I ain’t going no place no I’m here to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been the type to be shy&lt;br /&gt;I know that some would say I’m too headstrong&lt;br /&gt;But I’d rather be a woman who voices her mind&lt;br /&gt;Whether you think I’m right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I know some people wanna criticize&lt;br /&gt;Makes em feel better about themselves&lt;br /&gt;So say what you will time will reveal&lt;br /&gt;In the end that I will be here still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to get up&lt;br /&gt;Keep my head up&lt;br /&gt;Gonna keep on turnin' it up&lt;br /&gt;Never let up&lt;br /&gt;If I keep steppin' it up&lt;br /&gt;Imma prove that I ain't never gonna be stopped&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the pressures that face me&lt;br /&gt;I believe they will see&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never let anyone break me&lt;br /&gt;All your doubt can do now is strengthen me&lt;br /&gt;And life it ain’t always that easy&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fight to see past the boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the lines I will define every time that forever is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Here to Stay by Christina Aguilera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-4200583982855435203?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/06/lyrics-i-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-5424779403060844472</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T16:02:59.826-04:00</atom:updated><title>Another great one to share</title><description>Got this in an email....had to share&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sh7tnv_aXkI/AAAAAAAAALE/DDxndlEQllg/s1600-h/walmart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340967475261103682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sh7tnv_aXkI/AAAAAAAAALE/DDxndlEQllg/s400/walmart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken in front of the Gardendale, Alabama Wal-Mart, where the young lady was shopping at the Flea market. Look at it  closely. Now  I ask you...Who stands and looks  at a pair  of  men's briefs and says hummmm...I  can make me a  nice summer top from  these!!    On  the other hand...$6 for a three pack is a  good price!!     But what if  they weren't bought new?  That's  redneck recycling at  its best.  Don't  throw out yer feller's drawers when the  skidmarks don't wash out no more. Just cut the crotch out and wear 'em.  How very Green!  Al Gore would  be proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-5424779403060844472?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-great-one-to-share.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/Sh7tnv_aXkI/AAAAAAAAALE/DDxndlEQllg/s72-c/walmart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-3479343697396206856</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T15:57:20.276-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wisdom my dad sent in an email</title><description>When I'm feeling down, I like to whistle. It makes the neighbor's dog run to the end of his chain and gag himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-3479343697396206856?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/wisdom-my-dad-sent-in-email.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-811653954886401863</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T11:55:30.959-04:00</atom:updated><title>Prom...oh how it's changed</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghG_i4USFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oSTQ9kEXmZA/s1600-h/prom_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591816129071186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghG_i4USFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oSTQ9kEXmZA/s320/prom_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother went to his senior prom a few weekends ago. He and his girlfriend looked fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;But apparently things are quite different from when I went to prom. It's more than just who you go with, or what you're wearing. It's now about WHAT you're driving!&lt;br /&gt;Case in point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghI8Z7x1sI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S9UefFFYE0o/s1600-h/prom+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334593961211320002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghI8Z7x1sI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S9UefFFYE0o/s200/prom+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep. That's a monster truck! A girl was driving ...she was dateless I might add. After she jumped out (in her prom dress no less) another woman (I'm assuming her mom) drove it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless...my husband was more excited to see what people were driving rather than what they were wearing. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pictures of my brother and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghJ-S8aNqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5yCS1aKj7B4/s1600-h/prom+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334595093206283938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghJ-S8aNqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5yCS1aKj7B4/s320/prom+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghJ-L8mlVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/31S3cSFXU-4/s1600-h/prom+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334595091328046418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghJ-L8mlVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/31S3cSFXU-4/s320/prom+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghJ943bSyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-j172vVmIyU/s1600-h/prom+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334595086206061346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghJ943bSyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-j172vVmIyU/s320/prom+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghJ9t_Lp0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/G8xMZQSgAn4/s1600-h/prom+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334595083285800770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghJ9t_Lp0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/G8xMZQSgAn4/s320/prom+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2372352689341407834-811653954886401863?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/05/promoh-how-its-changed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SghG_i4USFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oSTQ9kEXmZA/s72-c/prom_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-823174616930146158</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T18:31:00.818-04:00</atom:updated><title>Seeing the color pink</title><description>Yep...the girl who has a meltdown anytime something involves her eyes has pink eye. Ick.  Eye drops are NO fun! I'm worse than a little kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-823174616930146158?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeing-color-pink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-3478047018705916644</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T15:40:46.069-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wouldn't you love to be here right now?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SejbNIMtg6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/FCZsi0hAoIw/s1600-h/florida+09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325747577951191970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SejbNIMtg6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/FCZsi0hAoIw/s400/florida+09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-3478047018705916644?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/wouldnt-you-love-to-be-here-right-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SejbNIMtg6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/FCZsi0hAoIw/s72-c/florida+09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-2419353882496131529</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T12:42:24.817-04:00</atom:updated><title>Dear Walmart</title><description>Dear Walmart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a recent trip to your store, I feel the need to express my irritation towards your operation. Please don't get me wrong, I have been a faithful follower since before I was able to have my own checking account. But lately...you're really pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I spend just as much time standing in line as I do getting all of my groceries. I admit it, I'm a sucker. I fall for those price rollbacks...and it often kills me to go somewhere else knowing I'll end up paying more. But the aggravation of it all is making me wonder whether it's worth it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my recent trip, I noticed that there were 3 checkout lanes open. 3?!?!?! It was 6:30 at night...prime time for grocery shopping. Now, that doesn't include the self checkout lanes...but since I had a cart full of items, I decided this wasn't the way to go. Or should it have been??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 people in front of me...and I spent the next 20 minutes waiting. In the middle of it all, the cashiers had to switch out, and apparently we went from dumb to dumber. This is how bad it was: I had enough time to line up all the barcodes on the belt so that she would know where to scan the item. That shouldn't happen! Then, once she started ringing up my items, she went on to comment on almost every one of them. This is what irritated me the most. No, I don't buy Rachel Ray chicken stock because I like Rachel Ray, I bought it because it was on sale this week. And yes, if I'm buying cranberry pomengrante juice, it's because I like it better than regular cranberry juice. And yes, if I tell you I don't want my milk or bottled water in a bag, that isn't a cue for you to ask me "Are you sure?" I would have asked if I wasn't sure. I have too many of those damn plastic bags at home to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when the total comes up, that isn't a cue for you to say "Wow, you spent a lot". Yeah, I've been on vacation and this was the first time I've been to the store since I got back. Of course I spent a lot. We had no food! I shouldn't have to justify how much I spend at the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the particular store I go to...but I am more irritated than ever when I come home. It's a good thing my husband did the dishes...cause I was on a rampage and unfortunately he might have gotten the brunt of it! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-2419353882496131529?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-walmart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-24299043302225606</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-12T12:52:56.615-04:00</atom:updated><title>Pet Peeve</title><description>I really hate it when people brown nose their way into things to try and make themselves look important to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your work should speak for itself. If it doesn't, perhaps you should look at your work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-24299043302225606?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/pet-peeve.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-1047841434838017279</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T13:49:30.198-05:00</atom:updated><title>Home &amp; Garden Show</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SawqJQLY8XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fRPyxDd5MOE/s1600-h/Mike+at+garden+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308664399212900722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SawqJQLY8XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fRPyxDd5MOE/s400/Mike+at+garden+show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike thankfully made it out alive.... :-) Couldn't resist posting this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-1047841434838017279?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-garden-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XMn-SXY2C2s/SawqJQLY8XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fRPyxDd5MOE/s72-c/Mike+at+garden+show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372352689341407834.post-7964967336261357917</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T10:51:42.787-05:00</atom:updated><title>The wizard changed my oil gauge</title><description>As I posted before, I recently purchased a "new" used car. It's a Saturn Aura XR. Since I got it, I've been reading the manual for the things that I couldn't figure out how to operate. It's amusing to see what's different from a Chevy to a Saturn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I went to get my first oil change after getting the car. I had it done at Walmart (who by the way has raised prices for oil changes by almost double) and they forgot to reset the oil life part of my gauge. I looked in the manual...and after flipping through almost 50 pages, found the one I needed. But to my dismay, it didn't tell me how to reset the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...my loving husband called the Saturn dealership where he used to work to find out how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got on the voicemail he left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn the key to almost on, then push the gas pedal to the floor three times"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? Who came up with that idea? Let's click our heels together and all repeat at the same time "there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless...it worked. Stupid cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372352689341407834-7964967336261357917?l=allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allison-marriedandlovingit.blogspot.com/2009/02/wizard-changed-my-oil-gauge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Allison)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>