<?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-2012593079012553260</id><updated>2011-10-20T14:32:52.994-05:00</updated><category term='Oklahoma'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='female'/><category term='keys'/><category term='make up'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='9-11'/><category term='blonde moments'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='S'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='loves'/><category term='health'/><category term='America'/><category term='oopsies'/><category term='kids'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>From Miss to Mrs.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-3406842669814432890</id><published>2008-11-15T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:29:05.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>A little late but whatever....</title><content type='html'>So I meant to post this on Nov 10th but I'm a 'lil late. We have been married 6 months. Our first year of marriage is flying by. It is everything I dreamed it would be and so much more. I know I'm probably sickening to a lot of y'all but we've got that once in a lifetime fairytale kind of love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what have I learned so far as a Mrs.??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Despite what you hear a man can be trained...mine now puts the toilet seat down on all 3 of our toilets. ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. NEVER go to bed angry...always make up before going to sleep...life is precious &amp;amp; you never know when your time on earth will end &amp;amp; you'd never want angry hurtful words to be your last to your loved ones. Plus, the BOW CHICKA BOW WOW that follows always makes fights worth it. I'm just sayin'. To all you newlyweds out there you know what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. TALK about everything. For the first 2 months of our marriage we kind of walked on egg shells around one another &amp;amp; then sort of exploded at one another. Ya that doesn't work. So we talk about anything &amp;amp; everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Be playful, tease one another...do everything you do out of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Live your life with the mindset...What can I do to make him happy or make his life easier?? Focusing on each other really helps you to get out of the single girl mentality. It can carry over to other aspects of your life as well...doing for others and not for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. LAUGH! Laugh at each other, laugh at yourself. Have a good time in whatever you are doing whether it be playing cards, the dishes, or balancing the checkbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 6 months and I have FINALLY gotten everything changed over from being a Miss to a Mrs. No more Miss S...Hello Mrs. Q!!! It's such a pain...I now understand why some women keep their maiden name. It takes forever. Plus you have to bring your marriage license with you where ever you go anytime you want to change something. It's worth it though...I feel so proud everytime I hear my new name. I've really gotten used to it though...I don't even respond to my old one which I've had for 20something years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s418.photobucket.com/albums/pp262/mrsquick08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TwoBecameOne.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp262/mrsquick08/TwoBecameOne.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to the rest of our lives together &amp;amp; all the joy &amp;amp; happiness it will bring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2012593079012553260-3406842669814432890?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/3406842669814432890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=3406842669814432890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/3406842669814432890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/3406842669814432890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-late-but-whatever.html' title='A little late but whatever....'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-4013350312553876055</id><published>2008-10-29T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:08:36.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms...</title><content type='html'>1. It was 37 degrees when I left for work this morning at 0500. The car was saying ICE POSSIBLE. Great Texans can't drive as it is &amp;amp; add ice to the mix...time to move.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My work is doing the BIGGEST LOSER: Government Edition. It starts November 2, 2008 and runs till Dec 1. Thank goodness it starts on Sunday b/c on Saturday...we're going to WURSTFEST 2008. which means lots of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/german beer mug" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/jessikie/San%20Francisco%20State/IMG_1259.jpg" border="0" alt="A Giant Ass Mug of  German Beer Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/german sausage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f333/vchee/Picture13.jpg" border="0" alt="German Sausage (NICE!!!) Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/potato pancakes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g88/themistressx/Latkahs.jpg" border="0" alt="Potato Pancakes with Apple-Pear Compote Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos will follow. Drunkenness will ensue. Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am going here next week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tower of the americas" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i532.photobucket.com/albums/ee327/Goober508/Downtown/DSC01172.jpg" border="0" alt="tower of the americas Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Tower of the Americas and having dinner at the Chart House. The restaurant rotates &amp;amp; you have incredible views of the city. Why am I going? B/c my husband is amazing &amp;amp; spoils me soooo much. He told me that we haven't had a date night in a while so he said he was taking me out...just because. Have I told you lately how MUCH I love that man??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. While reading my blog list on Google Reader I came across something that made me squeal like a little girl. I may or may not have got up and danced around my townhouse and I may or may not have burst into song instantly. Dirty Dancing has been brought to the STAGE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/dirty dancing on stage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v644/tidedz54/London%20n%20NYC%202007/aldwychtheatre.jpg" border="0" alt="Dirty Dancing on stage here Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my ALL TIME favorite movie growing up. Looks like we'll be making a trip to Chicago or Boston this winter. I am so freaking excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&amp;hearts; Mrs. Q&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/2012593079012553260-4013350312553876055?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4013350312553876055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=4013350312553876055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/4013350312553876055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/4013350312553876055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/10/randoms.html' title='Randoms...'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i532.photobucket.com/albums/ee327/Goober508/Downtown/th_DSC01172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-8272850783800047044</id><published>2008-10-23T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:46:32.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since everyone else is doing it!!!</title><content type='html'>1. Clothes Shop: I lust over Banana Republic &amp;amp; J. Crew but in reality I shop at Express and Victoria's Secret...their catalog is amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Furniture Shop: Seabrook Classics....one day my house will be completely decorated like that. I also love Southern Living Home. It's become an obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. City: It's impossible for me to choose just one. So I'm going to go with my top 5...one of which I will be transferring to soon...but I'm on the government's time....not mine: (1) Charleston (2) Wilmington, NC (3) Savannah (4) Richmond, VA (5) DC...yes my dears I am a southern girl born and bred &amp;amp; I will only live in the south....I consider DC still the south, don't judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sweet: Dark chocolate. Enough said. Specifically, Cheesecake Factory Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake &amp;amp; Tiramisu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Drink: Sweet tea with lemon, VERY cold Fiji bottled water, and Coke classic in a GLASS bottle chilled. It is the best. I'm just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adult beverage: Malibu &amp;amp; Coke, Sangria Margaritas, &amp;amp; my MIL's Chocolate Martini's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Music: I'm a Country girl &amp;amp; that's what I will always be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. TV: Here's what I DVR: Paula Deen, Army Wives, The Unit, NCIS, One Tree Hill, the NEW 90210, Privileged, The Hills, John &amp;amp; Kate +8, Grey's &amp;amp; Private Practice....I have ADD when I watch TV...I can't sit still long enough to watch an entire show....so I DVR them and watch them later...fast-forwarding through the commercials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Film: Top Gun- Classic. The Notebook- Chick flick. Sweet Home Alabama. Serendipity. Hope Floats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Workout: Running for many many miles. Pure Barre. It's amazing &amp;amp; will introduce you to muscles you didn't even know you had. &amp;amp;..... I haven't done it in years but english horseback riding/show jumping...I didn't get the nickname: Buns of Steel for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Pastries: I'm not much of a pastry person...so I'd probably just eat a croissant if I had to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Coffee: I'm NOT a Starbucks fan...it's overpriced &amp;amp; just not that good. I love Dunkin Donuts. It's not around anymore but in FL, Barnies was awesome...especially German Chocolate Cake. If I'm brewing it at home....I love Southern Butter Pecan &amp;amp; lots of cream.....1/2 &amp;amp; 1/2....bad I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/2012593079012553260-8272850783800047044?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8272850783800047044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=8272850783800047044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/8272850783800047044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/8272850783800047044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/10/since-everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='Since everyone else is doing it!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-7180245774035443819</id><published>2008-10-12T20:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:42:37.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My name is Mrs. Q, and I have a problem. I am addicted to beauty products. It's a sickness really. I cannot stop. So since there is nothing I can do about my addiction...I thought I'd share my 'must haves' with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drum roll, please.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Lotion: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnson and Johnson's Bedtime Lotion&lt;/span&gt;...it has a light fresh lavender scent and is complimentary to almost any perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ 'Tan in a can': &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jergens Natural Glow Express Lotion&lt;/span&gt;...it's AMAZING &amp;amp; will make you tan in hours without turning you orange. It's in a very small bottle but is well worth every drop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Mascara: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybeline Great Lash Blackest Black&lt;/span&gt;....it's the familiar hot pink &amp;amp; green tube of mascara that's been around for years only it's SUPER black..great for gals with dark hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Eyeliner: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revlon Colorstay Liquid Eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;....it lasts FOREVER, doesn't run, burn or flake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Chapstick: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burt's Bees Beeswax Lip Balm&lt;/span&gt;...it's minty fresh and has a pretty strong scent so it will clean out your sinuses along with making your lips baby soft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Shampoo/Conditioner: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Head &amp;amp; Shoulders Smooth &amp;amp; Silky&lt;/span&gt;...your not going to believe this but it is the best straightening/anti frizz shampoo/conditioner. It has a great smell &amp;amp; is awesome for super long hair like mine that tends to get kinda dry because of the length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Perfume: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estee Lauder's Sensuous&lt;/span&gt;...just go smell it &amp;amp; you'll see what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beauty junkie's dream/nightmare....? ULTA.. check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what are your must haves? Come on feed my addiction!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/2012593079012553260-7180245774035443819?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/7180245774035443819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=7180245774035443819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/7180245774035443819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/7180245774035443819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-name-is-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-8533205807364670590</id><published>2008-10-01T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:42:00.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>A funny for the day....</title><content type='html'>So my step-son whom I'll call Pumpkin (his nickname) for the purposes of this blog knows every freakin' song on the radio! He will yell at us in the car to turn it up because, "HE LOVES THIS SONG." He knows every word &amp;amp; will sing along quietly. My husband &amp;amp; I think it is so cute when he's singing. So the other day while listening to Hinder's Lips of an Angel....he's singing along and when it comes to the part:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girl's in the next room....we hear him sing...my girl's in the restroom...we busted out laughing. He's 5 so it's completely adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently this 'talent' runs in the family....my in-laws are HUGE Eagles fans....so my husband when he was about 3 loved to sing their song: Take it to the Limit.... only he would sing: Take it To the Living Room. Picturing my husband as a 3 year old singing that???!!!! PRICELESS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012593079012553260-8533205807364670590?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8533205807364670590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=8533205807364670590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/8533205807364670590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/8533205807364670590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-for-day.html' title='A funny for the day....'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-1755337207569986101</id><published>2008-09-29T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:40:42.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>BOOMER SOONER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/boomer%20sooner/Kidwell_family/boomer.jpg?o=9" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff53/Kidwell_family/boomer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNIVERSITY OF OKLAHOMA.....#1 BOOMER SOONER BABY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm headed to the OU game @ Baylor this weekend. I love me some Oklahoma football &amp;amp; tailgating. &amp;hearts;&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/2012593079012553260-1755337207569986101?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1755337207569986101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=1755337207569986101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/1755337207569986101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/1755337207569986101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/09/boomer-sooner.html' title='BOOMER SOONER!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-4329737804953035662</id><published>2008-09-24T10:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:03:50.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>So I'm home sick from work today. I'm having some tests run b/c of some female issues &amp;amp; extreme pain I've been having. Nothing too serious I hope, just trying to be precautious b/c of my family history. The outcome of these tests could however affect my ability to have a baby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being able to have a baby or not has me more worried than having some pre-cancerous cells. Is that crazy? My husband is being great, but I can tell he's scared. I'm only in my 20's, been married only 4 months and I have my entire life ahead of me, have a great government job, an amazing husband, new house etc. Waiting on the results of this phone call could change my life forever. Life as I know it could be turned upside down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer is really helping. If I can just remain positive and stop worrying. Easier said than done. Somehow, I think worrying is a female gene. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/2012593079012553260-4329737804953035662?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4329737804953035662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=4329737804953035662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/4329737804953035662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/4329737804953035662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-1858699948755196981</id><published>2008-09-16T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:00:07.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Love it...</title><content type='html'>~ All things Sangria..margarita swirled sangria, or just a nice glass of it. You all should try it. It's sweet and not quite as strong as red wine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ My DVR~ so that I can tape my shows. My guilty pleasures right now are the Hills, the new 9021o, Privileged, and One Tree Hill. Thank goodness for the DVR, so I'm not stuck watching all things sports or sci fi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ This cooler weather that we are having. Anything is better than 104 degrees over the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ My Samsung Instinct- I LOVE my phone, it has TV, videos, music, satelite radio, and GPS so I will never be lost again. AND, everything is included for $99/month...Finally, I have a 'cool' phone &amp;amp; I finally understand the obsession with 'crackberries'....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ My runs in the morning. I've found a new trail and I'm really pushing myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namaste Yoga...it's addicting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Cooking dinner for my husband...it's so rewarding to be able to take care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/2012593079012553260-1858699948755196981?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/1858699948755196981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=1858699948755196981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/1858699948755196981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/1858699948755196981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-it.html' title='Love it...'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-8124153577028314842</id><published>2008-09-13T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:45:10.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>The Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 41px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;A little something something about my other half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well being the typical guy, he's watching some time of sporting event, Deadliest Catch, or the Food Network. This is the best time to ask him for extra cash, new shoes, and purses...ha ha jk....He will have tunnel vision if the Sooners are on though...If they are on, I'm right there next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ranch or caesar. he’s most def. NOT the hugest salad fan though—only if it has a ton of meat and cheese on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;3. What's one food he doesn't like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olives (all of them), most vegetables, things he's never tried before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;4. You go out to the bar. What does he order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crown &amp;amp; Coke/ Bud Light for him. Dos XX for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;5. Where did he go to high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was a fighting Seminole at Seminole HS just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;6. What size shoe does he wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12....yep the boy's got some huge feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooners merchandise and baseball cards from his youth...which we need to have appraised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub roll, mayo NOT miracle whip lol, tons of roast beef, bacon, provolone or pepper jack cheese, spinach leaves, tomatoes, salt &amp;amp; pepper onions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;9. What would he eat every day if he could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steak. Omg, the boy loves steak. He literally could eat *only* steak for the rest of his life and be completely happy. He loves &amp;amp; misses things that we don't have here in TX like Waffle House, Checkers, ya I guess you could say he loves his fast food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;10. What is his favorite cereal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon toast crunch for me &amp;amp; cocoa puffs or reese's peanut butter cup puff's for him...gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;11. What would he never wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't be caught DEAD in UT burnt orange clothing. Other than that as long as it looks good &amp;amp; is comfy...he'll wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;12. What is his favorite sports team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma Sooners for anything collegiate, Dallas Cowboys NFL, St Louis Cardinals for MLB and Tiger Woods golf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;13. Who will he vote for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;14. Who is his best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Chris, Brent &amp;amp; Luis &amp;amp; his wifey :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worrying... overanalyze everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;16. How many states has he lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an Army brat so he's been around a bit...5+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;17. What is his heritage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heinz 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;18. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he loves white on white cake &amp;amp; carrot cake icing..... although he loved our lemon flavored wedding cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;19. Did he play sports in high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;20. What could he spend hours doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching sports, movies and picking on me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012593079012553260-8124153577028314842?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/8124153577028314842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=8124153577028314842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/8124153577028314842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/8124153577028314842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/09/hubby.html' title='The Hubby'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-4309135027077471527</id><published>2008-09-11T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:23:36.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9-11'/><title type='text'>The day the world stopped turning...</title><content type='html'>I remember it like it was yesterday. I was going to school at UCF. I was just getting to campus when I noticed TONS of students pouring into the student union. I followed them. Once inside, I saw hundreds upon hundreds of students crowded all over the union sitting indian style on the floor watching a huge projection screen. The images displayed on the screen were unbelievable. It was like a nightmare come true. I remember dropping my bag on the floor and collapsing on my knees, bursting into tears and just watching the unimaginable events unfolding before my eyes. I remember that they closed the campus and sent everyone home. 35, 000 students evacuated. At the time, we weren't sure who or what would be the next target. I remember going home and being completely numb. The news reports continued to pour in of all the casualties. My heart just ached for everyone involved. I remember going to mass that evening with my family. You would have thought it was Christmas or Easter as our little church was packed. All those parishioners searching for some comfort, answers, and hope from Father Trout. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I remember most is how united America was. We came together as a nation. With the upcoming election, I think some of us have forgotten how we need to come together not become divided.  Please watch this video. Pray for our troops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 17px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012593079012553260-4309135027077471527?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/4309135027077471527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=4309135027077471527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/4309135027077471527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/4309135027077471527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-world-stopped-turning.html' title='The day the world stopped turning...'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-5699057437165513752</id><published>2008-08-30T21:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:50:29.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What irks me??</title><content type='html'>What gets on my nerves?&lt;div&gt;(1) I can't stand when people are disrespectful to the United States. Show some respect; stand up, place your hand of your heart &amp;amp; honor your country. That means you Obama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) People not supporting our troops....You may not support the war but support our troops...they are giving their lives for our freedoms. Those ladies &amp;amp; gents are someone's wife, husband, son, daughter, mother, father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, granddaughter, grandson. Wear a yellow ribbon, send a donation, write to a soldier, say a prayer...just do SOMETHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(3) i HaTe tHiS sHit....grow up &amp;amp; learn how to type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(4) Automated phone systems....&amp;amp; when I do get a human being they are in India &amp;amp; I can't understand a damn thing they are saying. If you are going to provide customer service to the United States...learn to speak the english language properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5) Press 1 for english???...you live here??!! You need to learn to understand it &amp;amp; speak it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5) Young girls acting like sluts on myspace...put some clothes on &amp;amp; act your age...you'll have plenty of time to act like an adult when you are actually an adult. You're asking for trouble &amp;amp; probably attracting the wrong kind of attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(6) When my step son doesn't listen to me...his mother lets him get away with murder and then sends him to our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(7) My Nana always being critical of me...no matter what I achieve or how successful I become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(8) The fact that I have gained weight since moving to TX. I love my curves but I need to lose some weight. &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/2012593079012553260-5699057437165513752?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5699057437165513752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=5699057437165513752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/5699057437165513752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/5699057437165513752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-irks-me.html' title='What irks me??'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-2781279314368175062</id><published>2008-06-23T18:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:01:05.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oopsies'/><title type='text'>Oopsies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;So I was TRYING to do laundry. I'd transported one load to the dryer and put another in the washer. Easy enough, right? Well, apparently not. I accidentally locked the keys in the laundry room. You see, our laundry room is in a storage room next to our first floor patio (we have 2 patios...sqeee). Since we just bought a set of brand new washer and dryers..we lock the laundry room. My laundry room has become Ft. Knox... even I can't get in there. Lovely. So I have to wait for my husband to get home from work (with the only spare key) late tonight to finish the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Note to self: make several spare keys at Home Depot. &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/2012593079012553260-2781279314368175062?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/2781279314368175062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=2781279314368175062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/2781279314368175062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/2781279314368175062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/oopsies.html' title='Oopsies...'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012593079012553260.post-5449625144118937267</id><published>2008-06-23T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:02:45.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>From Miss to Mrs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Well, I'm officially married! I've been married for almost 2 months in fact. It feels the exact same as being engaged. I love being married, however. I decided to start this blog to chronicle the day to day happenings of a 20 something learning to be a wife, a step mom, and eventually a mommy to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So who am I? I ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;20 something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;southern belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;with a love for pearls...they are timeless...I wear them everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;dark chocolate is my favorite candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sundays...I live for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;horseback riding...it's been forever since I've ridden but it is honestly the best workout ever and exhilirating...feels like you are flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; 4 wheelers...it's the country girl in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;flip flops...I wear them 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;southern accents and manners...they make me melt...shows good upbringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;the Carolinas...I wanna move there eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;OU football...I love me some BOOMER SOONER FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;anything outdoors or on the water etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'm a civil servant...yep I work for the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I want to go back to school and finish my masters degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I want to travel a bit before we have kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'm a bit OCD and a neat freak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I CANNOT be late...I have a panic attack if I am. I was late to my own wedding...it was the first time where I didn't feel bad for being late. I figured they couldn't start without me. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I love to cook and bake. I like to plant/grow things and would someday like to have a farm/land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'm obsessed with country music. There is ALWAYS a country song to suit my mood...&amp;amp; there are a lot of them let me tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I CANNOT wait to be a mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Stay tuned for more ramblings &amp;amp; insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mrs. Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012593079012553260-5449625144118937267?l=frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/feeds/5449625144118937267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012593079012553260&amp;postID=5449625144118937267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/5449625144118937267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012593079012553260/posts/default/5449625144118937267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissstomrsq.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-miss-to-mrs.html' title='From Miss to Mrs.'/><author><name>Mrs. Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601914226219110998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
