<?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-928059229526772806</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:25:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See Beth Eat</title><subtitle type='html'>...And other things too. I'll eat it and you will read it. Complete ramblings from my mind written from the secretary's desk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-4040353235824664328</id><published>2010-10-05T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:16:15.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday. Tuesday is one of my favorite days of the week. One -I start the morning off at work with a staff meeting lasting anywhere from one hour to two and half. I then always go to lunch at Jersey Mikes across the street and get the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt; special (ANY regular sandwich, chip, and a drink for $7!). I prefer the mini Turkey on wheat "Mike's way" no onions and no oil, add pickles. It's so tasty and the perfect size for me. The deal includes a regular size if that is your style but regular can be hard to handle! I hear the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baja&lt;/span&gt; chicken wrap is awesome and same with the Big Kahuna steak &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt;. After lunch I spend my afternoons slaving away for the man until dinner. Dinner could be anywhere on Tuesday, two places stick out right off the bat though, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kickin&lt;/span&gt; Chicken in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Summerville&lt;/span&gt; who offers a deal from 4-7 that you can get ANY TWO entrees for $10 on Tuesday nights! And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt; hosts a football radio show to Wild Wing in North Charleston where the entire meal is 15% off. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner it's always time to relax with the boyfriend before we watch our new favorite show Parenthood. The lady from Gilmore Girls is in it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;... and I just love her. If I am honest though, I love everything about the show. It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a feel good thing. The family is totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disfunctional&lt;/span&gt; and has their problems but in the end of the hour they work it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE the other show I watch after Parenthood, TEEN MOM! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I love that show. It's like watching a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trainwreck&lt;/span&gt;. Or looking at a car accident after it happens. You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really want to see what is happening but something draws you in. I swear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; Amber beats Gary I want to change the channel so bad but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; because I'm waiting to see how Gary reacts. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maci&lt;/span&gt; is totally my favorite. Farrah needs some medication and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Catelynn&lt;/span&gt;...well she is just adorable and made a great decision. When I tell my friends I love this show they laugh. I guess I would too. I always respond by &lt;strong&gt;joking&lt;/strong&gt; that "I missed my chance at being a teen mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday is also another one of my favorite days because I have a friend named Tuesday. She is NOT named after the day but that is her name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY! Yesterday I had mentioned new friends that I wanted to tell all of you about. I had a few special people in mind but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; decide on just one to talk about. Well, today a new friend literally JUMPED out at me....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524652823388230850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/TKuCeNVqFMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JPNqyT1ZgnM/s200/mouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new friend MR. BOJANGLES!!! He is a mouse that lives in my office. No really...there is a mouse that is living in my office. Today I went to get a file out of my desk drawer and saw these two little eyes staring right up at me. My natural instinct was to slam the drawer and scream...which I did! After that I swear I tore this whole entire office apart looking for that darn rodent. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; until later when I had some help he came &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JUMPing&lt;/span&gt; out of my desk and ran to hide behind a cabinet. Needless to say we still have no clue where he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today people. Check back with me tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524655998910482210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/TKuFXDFKRyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/158nm38HRzs/s200/mouse+2.JPG" /&gt; I put this sign up on my door today though and I mean it! Mr. Bojangles I am glad you could come and get some food but please leave me alone now. This is see BETH eat not see Mr. Bojangles eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-4040353235824664328?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4040353235824664328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=4040353235824664328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4040353235824664328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4040353235824664328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/TKuCeNVqFMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JPNqyT1ZgnM/s72-c/mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-3023261662985761323</id><published>2010-10-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:11:41.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To New Beginings...</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog Readers (New and Old),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my new adventures on this blog. Thank you for stopping by and please come back often. I promise to blog as much as possible about food, love, life, work, and whatever else comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin let me say that I have recently had a lot of time to think about life and other things. One thing I have rediscovered about myself is that I love to eat. Food is seriously my favorite thing. Although I don't really enjoy cooking it I LOVE to eat it. My entire day is centered around food. I wake up and my first thought is "whats for breakfast?", after a few hours at work I think "what is for lunch?" and once the clock hits five I think to myself "what is for dinner?" (It's a little pathetic I know but it is the truth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wanted to share today was my new found love to a little restaurant here in Charleston called Taco Boy. Taco Boy has two different locations, one in Folly Beach, SC and the other in Downtown. The location I frequent is downtown. The atmosphere is so welcoming. Pulling into the restaurant is a little out of the ordinary though. (The restaurant is not in what we would like to call the nicest part of town.) The entire place is surrounded by an iron gate. The lighting is all small colored lamps hanging inside. There is a lot of religious decor. You truly feel like you are sitting in Mexico. I recommend ordering the appetizer trio when you first get there. The appetizer trio comes with a fresh homemade guacamole, a marinara type salsa, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;queso&lt;/span&gt; dip with all the chips your heart desires. You can never go wrong with the appetizer trio... Ever. I get two tacos when I go to Taco Boy. Recently, I have been ordering the grilled chicken taco and the grilled fish. A little other inside information if you do not like corn tortilla make sure to ask for flour! The boyfriend always orders the tempura shrimp taco which is out of this world. If I was allowed I would eat them all day. The pork taco is awesome and so is the sauteed shrimp for those of you staying away from the fried. Tacos are around $3 a taco and you seriously cannot go wrong. Taco Boy is also famous for their drinks. Happy Hour is so very popular there, with their pineapple margarita, their sangria, and their frozen screwdrivers. Below find a picture of this happy happy place...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524252781459849730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/TKoWotBgwgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/x4aA7_-M0q4/s320/taco-boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip the siesta, let's fiesta. (How clever... I just love it). One last thing on Taco Boy. Make sure if you are a Charleston local you grab a Revolutionary Rewards card. For ever $100 dollars you spend at Taco Boy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monza&lt;/span&gt;, and Closed for Business you get $10 back. What a sweet reward if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info to follow soon. Not just on local eateries but on life in general. I have lots of new special friends I cant wait to tell everyone about. Special little shout out today goes to my long lost friend MBK soon to be MBS. I miss you girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-3023261662985761323?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/3023261662985761323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=3023261662985761323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3023261662985761323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3023261662985761323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-new-beginings.html' title='To New Beginings...'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/TKoWotBgwgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/x4aA7_-M0q4/s72-c/taco-boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-7375664051101307975</id><published>2010-02-10T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:35:35.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Update Ya</title><content type='html'>Blog readers, Hello and Welcome. What an exciting time this has been. I am failing miserable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I promise to write &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regularly&lt;/span&gt; so no more promises. You get what you get and you either like it or not. New exciting news, Boyfriend got a job. Just a little over a month after he graduated he has landed a job as the Head Football Coach at a small school in Mt. Pleasant. Not only will he be coaching but he will be teaching history. We are all so proud for him. I am so happy that he will be sticking around the Charleston area. Not much new in my position. Still slaving away daily for the man. Answering the phone and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delivering&lt;/span&gt; customer service to everyone around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; stressed though. Seems as if it's that time of the year when the lease runs out. Let me begin by saying I am so happy and proud of my current &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;roomate&lt;/span&gt;. She has decided to move to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Greenville&lt;/span&gt;/Atlanta and move on with her life. The future has so much in store for her. The issue is with out her around I can't afford my rent. I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potential&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; for August but I just totally screwed for the summer. I keep trying to find someone to move in with me but I might just have to suck it up and move in with someone else. I just don't feel like moving my things that many times I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news? Well not really. Its Spring Break at CSU. The student are all gone and so are most of the coaches. That is wonderful because it leaves me just sitting around doing my normal everyday thing. I wish I could take this time off too. The weather is simply wonderful out. My idea of perfection would be waking up around 10am, getting Bojangles breakfast, going out to the beach, laying out for a few hours, going in for a fabuluos lunch and then a bike ride around. Followed by a cool shower, dinner with friends, and a night of wandering around town eating icecream. So simple I know. I just dont have anywhere or anytime to do any of this :) One day though...one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout outs to MBK and my best friend Greg. I have no clue if anyone reads this blog anymore. I wish I had the time to write more everyday. I check alot of other blogs but always neglect mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Monday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-7375664051101307975?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7375664051101307975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=7375664051101307975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7375664051101307975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7375664051101307975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-update-ya.html' title='Let Me Update Ya'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-4781597090902598414</id><published>2009-10-29T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:13:27.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Think I Think This Thursday</title><content type='html'>Welcome back. I am once again a slacker and have not posted in well....forever. Since its been so long I think it is only appropriate to start back off with a little "TTITIT" Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Tomorrow I am traveling with the athletic trainers to our game in Virginia. I am pretty pumped about it, besides the fact we are leaving at 6AM. God Bless America that I get to wake up at 6 on a day I am requesting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Last night me and the BF carved up some pretty sweet pumpkins. I do love the Halloween! I have had candy in my office all week. You would be surprised how much more you get done with a little sugar high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-  I received my C.W.P in the mail this week. For all of you wondering "Beth, what is a CWP?" Well my friends, it is a concealed weapons permit. I may or may not be packing the heat as we speak right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Today one of my workstudies, J, and I were talking about what it takes to date a college athlete. I believe that if I had more free time I could write a pretty awesome book on this subject. I know what it takes and what not to do for sure. I am also sure that there are plenty of suckers out there that would buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- BF will be graduating in less than 2 months. Today we went and picked up his cap and gown. I remember the day I went to pick up mine like it was yesterday. I cried when I saw myself in it for the first time. I wish I was still in college. Working is so over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Since I have last posted I got a new sweet iPhone. I named it L.B., short for Little Bear. I know that has no relevance on your life but its a huge thing to me. I love my LB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- I know it might sound lame but I have already started my Christmas wish list. It currently consistes of: 1-Beach Cruiser 2- Wii 3-Wii Fit 4- iHome 5- Paula Deen's cookbook "Celebrate" and of course I always appreciate anything shiny or in a blue box wrapped in a white ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Everytime I post I think I say this but I really miss my friend Greg. He is like my B.F.F.L. He has been having a hard time as of late and I would really like to see him again soon. I think the fair is going to be in Charleston soon.... a reunion maybe? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-  I need more money. I swear I think I am always broke. Granted I'm not I just feel like I am. This whole paying bills is alot like having a job, highly overrated and totally ruins your social life :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- I am starving. I wonder what is for dinner. Boyfriend and I didnt eat such a great lunch and it definitly left me around 2:30. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed a little peek into my little brain. Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-4781597090902598414?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4781597090902598414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=4781597090902598414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4781597090902598414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4781597090902598414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-things-i-think-i-think-this-thursday.html' title='10 Things I Think I Think This Thursday'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-1064526830768713044</id><published>2009-06-04T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:18:06.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things I Think I Think This Thursday</title><content type='html'>Good Morning Blog Readers. I have been meaning to blog for about a week now. I would like to start off today with a good 10 Things. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Yesterday I had a great freaking lunch date. I went with Coach K and a good friend Tam. (Please see picture below) We had a good time. Coach K is pretty funny and Tam is well... always a good time. We talked for awhile at THE Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-A but most of our good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; was made in the car. I will spare you all of the details but it was good and encouraging for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifSk5vgzeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K3byrsjyDHQ/s1600-h/me+and+tam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471014315609570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifSk5vgzeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K3byrsjyDHQ/s320/me+and+tam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2- I have seriously been having the best time with the BF. He is great. Every single day he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt; me more and more. He really makes me want to be a better person. He told me yesterday that Sunday we will be visiting the zoo. I am so excited. I have been dying to go for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471014239501378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifSk5dXfEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-UoTp3NP7kg/s320/blog+today.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I miss my little friend April. I think it is destiny that we just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see each other this summer. I call, she calls, I miss it, She misses it. Its like no matter how hard either of us try we can never find a good time to hang out. It is really disappointing. She did just move into a cute new house so maybe we can cook dinner over there this next week (hint hint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471017838133602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifSlG3WQWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/R48RfhYYUK0/s320/me+and+april.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I know that I probably don't deserve it but I would love a vacation. Truth be told working is so overrated. I understand bills and rent and so many other things have to get paid and working is the most commonly used way of getting money. I am just so over it. I love my job. It really is great but what happened to summer. Boo on ever having to graduate. It's like that song "Do I really have to graduate or can I just stay here the rest of my life? I love college"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3p3z82I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rvt-djubL7c/s1600-h/vacation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471336472965986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3p3z82I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rvt-djubL7c/s320/vacation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5- So I am thinking about getting a tattoo. I have wanted one for quite sometime now. I have always wanted a star for so many personal reasons. Recently I have been investigating white ink tattoos. I really like them. The only thing is they kind of look like scars when they heal/ when they are healing. Let me know what you think... to be tattooed or not to be tattooed... that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3seVzSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NNYXWw7-_GM/s1600-h/white+ink+tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471337171438882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3seVzSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NNYXWw7-_GM/s320/white+ink+tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6- My nephew is the cutest freaking thing in the world. I swear he is. He is almost 3 and half. His favorite place to visit is the zoo and his favorite animal is the monkey. I saw him about two weeks ago and we had a great time together. Whenever he got fussy I did what any good aunt would do, tell him if he acted better I would give him a cookie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3Tja6eI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WMhLiLfQxLw/s1600-h/vinny+muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471330481859042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3Tja6eI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WMhLiLfQxLw/s320/vinny+muscles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7- I want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit. I guess that mean I first have to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. I think it looks fun. Plus I hate working out. That's not true I like it I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have much motivation. I want workout to be fun so maybe this would be a good option for me. It really is about that time in my life that I drop some lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3LsBuYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Hhp0Xd3NvYc/s1600-h/wii+fit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471328370473346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3LsBuYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Hhp0Xd3NvYc/s320/wii+fit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- This will just have to be left unexplained. Power Team. Party Time. Pound It.&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/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3Cssy5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fH0Ci3_Wcl4/s1600-h/the+power+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471325957376914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifS3Cssy5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fH0Ci3_Wcl4/s320/the+power+team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- I AM GOING TO SEE NO DOUBT IN CONCERT THIS WEEKEND WITH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;VONI&lt;/span&gt;!!! Be jealous. I know you are. We are going to see No Doubt Saturday is Charlotte. I am so freaking pumped. My very first concert of all time was in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Voni&lt;/span&gt; and I went to see Lit, Black Eyed Peas, and No Doubt. If Gwen will get down on stage and do push up with her mic in her hand I might not come home. I might die right there of excitement. We have great seat. Pictures to follow I promise. PS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; forget that there is a Tiffany's in Charlotte, which hopefully we will spend a good part of our afternoon. :)&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/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifSlSnbKwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-4qRk0AFwXo/s1600-h/no+doubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343471020992572162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifSlSnbKwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-4qRk0AFwXo/s320/no+doubt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Today I am going to lunch with a new friend of mine. We are going to Jersey Mike's. A brand new one just opened across the street from school. They are doing a promotion with us and saying that if we donate a dollar to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt; Athletics we get a free sandwich. So watch out Jersey Mike's free sandwich here I come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343476193111218178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifXSWQmmAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iYLRYUBOWMo/s320/jersey.bmp" border="0" /&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/928059229526772806-1064526830768713044?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/1064526830768713044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=1064526830768713044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/1064526830768713044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/1064526830768713044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/06/ten-things-i-think-i-think-this.html' title='Ten Things I Think I Think This Thursday'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SifSk5vgzeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K3byrsjyDHQ/s72-c/me+and+tam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-5769286970246210034</id><published>2009-05-12T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:57:43.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something has changed within me Something is not the same I'm through with playing by the rules Of someone else's game Too late for second-guessing Too late to go back to sleep It's time to trust my instincts Close my eyes and leap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335028916468624306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SgnUiIiMq7I/AAAAAAAAAII/qgcmvIxDDsE/s320/its+up+to+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if you care to find me Look to the western sky As someone told me lately - Everyone deserves the chance to fly And if I'm flying solo At least I'm flying free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-5769286970246210034?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/5769286970246210034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=5769286970246210034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5769286970246210034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5769286970246210034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/05/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SgnUiIiMq7I/AAAAAAAAAII/qgcmvIxDDsE/s72-c/its+up+to+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-5181423255863766023</id><published>2009-05-11T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:05:46.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funday Monday.</title><content type='html'>Welcome back blog readers. I am sure 90% of you have given up on me by now but I figure that makes now the best time to come back. SO here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the almost 3 month break. I am not sure what got into me. I guess part me of me got a social life and the other part got busy at work. Now that it is summer the work part is dying down and sadly so is the social life. Boyfriend, is currently in Jacksonville. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; is home in Beaufort. So are my other little friends. All I got here currently are April, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Voni&lt;/span&gt;, and Vault. Granted that is a good group but its always better when schools in session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a current update on my life please read the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Voni&lt;/span&gt; is moved in. I think I have said this before but I just need to remind and affirm. She has been in for about 2 months now. Maybe it is her fault I have stopped blogging...I dunno. She got a job about a month ago in at a store downtown selling clothes. It's been pretty sweet because sometimes she brings home presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Last weekend me and Vault went to see my mother Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; at Holden Beach. It was a good time. We sat on the porch for hours at night listening to my Aunt tell stories about life growing up with my dad and my grandfather that recently passed away. The best story she told was about her and Pop-Pop. When she was little (like 3 or 4) she would sit on my grandfathers shoulders. All the time everyday she would be on his shoulders and well one day I guess Pop-Pop had to go to the restroom and well he took Aunt Gena with him while he went thinking well she is like 4 there is no way she will know what she is seeing if she even pays attention. And well when he was done and Gena got down off his shoulders she ran into my grandmothers room and said "Mommy Mommy. Dad has little tiny one just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shoney&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shoney&lt;/span&gt; was a little boy, also 3 or 4, she played with next door) It was the funniest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-The past 2 weekends I have gotten a chance to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Greg. One word I have to recap these visits is...Goblet. That and well mac and cheese and green beans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I have seen him it all starts at Sticky Fingers. The first weekend we went up to Conway I had to go for a funeral. My great great aunt Mary Elizabeth died. After the funeral we went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;greg&lt;/span&gt; and the goblet and after that we stayed with him and his beautiful bride Anna. It was a good time needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-The 4-runner is still great. I really do like my car. My dad drove it this weekend and said it drives great. If I could change one thing it would be the color because I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; hates washing it. It rained yesterday so it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; look terrible now but I will have to wash it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Job is going pretty well. Like I said before it is a little slow but that kind of stuff happens. The only thing is I really need to make more money. I know all of you blog readers are thinking "well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; we all?!" well in my case I seriously do. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff coming up I need money for. Which leads me to the next point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I am going to start applying today for part time jobs. I am thinking maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; business and trying to be a server. If not that I might want to work retail. I do have an obsession with GAP outlet and Banana. The only issue is I would never want to work weekends and I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- I want to boyfriend to hurry back. Granted I am happy he is in FL. I know that is good for him. and I know how much he loves his family and how much they love him. I also know I get to see him all the time and they never do. But boyfriend doubles as BFF. There have been alot of funny things to happy and moments in this past week when I needed a friend. So boyfriend if you are out there.. I miss ya' baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is about it I think. Its around 4pm. One more hour of work. Little sister and I are supposed to hang out today. I am excited. I really could go for our signature apple juice slush run from Sonic. More tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hasta&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-5181423255863766023?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/5181423255863766023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=5181423255863766023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5181423255863766023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5181423255863766023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/05/funday-monday.html' title='Funday Monday.'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-721944037171025464</id><published>2009-02-16T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:02:14.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend In Review</title><content type='html'>Love was in the air this past weekend. I spent all weekend with the boyfriend. Friday after work all I wanted to do was go downtown so that is what we did. After shopping for a little while we went to dinner at California Dreaming. I got the club sandwich and a salad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; got a steak. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; ridiculous how quickly we got served. We were not done with our nacho appetizer before or salads came out and I still had half a salad when our dinner came. We were so stuffed by the time we left we didn't even consider dessert. After dinner we drove around downtown. Riding with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no plans for the evening so for about an hour we talked about what we should do. We ended up going back to my apartment and watching some TV until we both got bored. We are so terrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;indecisive&lt;/span&gt; sometimes and it drives us both crazy. We finished the night at Dog and Duck in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Summerville&lt;/span&gt; one of our favorite places with some of our favorite people. We laughed and talked the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; Valentine's day, was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; uneventful. Wendy's for breakfast/lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; trip to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; his Valentine's pressie (which was a car washing kit. complete with hose and everything else you can need). Work the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt; v Liberty game (which we lost). After the game we went downtown, just the two of us. :) It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we washed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;JW's&lt;/span&gt; truck with his new kit for about 2hours, and of course it rained last night. We went to Buffalo Wild Wing for dinner to watch the race and see April. After the race boyfriend and I went back to my apartment and cleaned cleaned cleaned. I am so weird about my place. Granted I like things to be straight but at least once a week I like things to be CLEANED! So I sweep the kitchen and mop the kitchen. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; the apartment. I wipe down all the counters and sinks and do the dishes. I dust the place and do my laundry. I insist that all of this gets done. I think the apartment is gross if it doesn't. So for about an hour that is what we did. After the place was cleaned we sat down and watch "W" the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mockumentary&lt;/span&gt; on George W. Bush which was very interesting. Bed time soon followed the movie. I tried to stay up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; the clothes but couldn't. So, sorry Maribeth. Don't use the dryer I still have a load in there. (They are dried just not folded). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-721944037171025464?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/721944037171025464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=721944037171025464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/721944037171025464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/721944037171025464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-in-review_16.html' title='Weekend In Review'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-3580969378849978043</id><published>2009-02-10T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:46:37.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>Recently my BFF's wife posted a Valentines Day hint list. I thought this idea was precious so I would like to share mine. These are things I don't need. Things I know I won't get but it is fun to share. A girl can dream can't she?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHx9ZbajTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LUlfbEKq_hM/s1600-h/tiffanys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301284273491971378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHx9ZbajTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LUlfbEKq_hM/s320/tiffanys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a silver bangle from Tiffany's. I am absolutly crazy about Tiffany's. All around it is engraved to say I love you. If the blue box with the white ribbon doesnt scream it loud enough look at your wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHx4ozGctI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9eg1xMV-xMk/s1600-h/strawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301284191718503122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHx4ozGctI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9eg1xMV-xMk/s320/strawberries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate covered strawberries. I love them. I am not the biggest chocolate person but I do love these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHx0JP8JdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zh0TroYo6nw/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301284114530051538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHx0JP8JdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zh0TroYo6nw/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A huge stuffed bendable rose. I have always wanted one. If I could find a man that would buy me one of these to put beside my bed I would I love him forever and always. He would be my hero :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHxuE1R6MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6UuLkBIWx24/s1600-h/glamour-magazine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301284010265274562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHxuE1R6MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6UuLkBIWx24/s320/glamour-magazine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazines. I love magazines. Most of the time I cannot convince myself to spend the cash on them but I do love them. Glamour is my new favorite. For the longest time it was Cosmo but I think I have grown out of that stage. Glamour has much more class. Its not even the fact I love magazines. I love what they bring with them. When I read a magazine I am in a state of mind, totally relaxed, happy, and wishful. So baby, if you are wondering what I need its some good loving and a Glamour. &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;P.S. The more I have thought and type this list the more I thought. Honestly boyfriend, cook dinner with me at home. Maybe buy me flowers. Let me know I am the only girl in the whole world. And make me laugh. If you want take me for a ride in your truck. Happy Valentine's Day.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-3580969378849978043?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/3580969378849978043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=3580969378849978043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3580969378849978043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3580969378849978043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/02/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZHx9ZbajTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LUlfbEKq_hM/s72-c/tiffanys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-2857550881357198591</id><published>2009-02-10T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:05:57.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sentence Summary: He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZGzewRugOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bwt_8ZYhx9w/s1600-h/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301215577328484578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZGzewRugOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bwt_8ZYhx9w/s320/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Sentence Summary: Best movie of all time and 100% true and honest from a woman's perspective. If you are a woman who enjoys Sex and the City you will enjoy this movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-2857550881357198591?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/2857550881357198591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=2857550881357198591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2857550881357198591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2857550881357198591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-sentence-summary-hes-just-not-that.html' title='One Sentence Summary: He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SZGzewRugOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bwt_8ZYhx9w/s72-c/hes_just_not_that_into_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-5787169780096306184</id><published>2009-02-10T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:01:47.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend In Review</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog Readers- I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for my lack of attention. As some of you may know my Grandfather passed away &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; morning unexpectedly. I was in shock and have been spending time with family and friends instead of the computer. I would hope everyone would understand. The weekend all in all was very interesting. Seeing family, friends, and being home is always a good time, even under bad circumstances. Its amazing how many friends my parents have and how many people truly loved my Pop-Pop. JW even came on Sunday for the funeral. He is so good to me. &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; I came back to Charleston. JW and I went to go see Old Crow Medicine Show. They were absolutly amazing. I was exausted and extremely emotional but I managed to have a great time. I don't know if it was the knee slapping music or simply my company but I left with a smile on my face. When they played "Wagon Wheel" I sang every word at the top of my lungs. &lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; was a day dedicated to getting my life back on track. I spent yesterday cleaning and shopping. Thank you Gap outlet for a great selection and sales just when I needed retail therapy. The weirdest thing happened while I was there. I found an orange skirt that reminded me of Clemson. After I bought it I was walking to my car and I smelt my Pop-Pop. It was so weird. I could smell him everywhere. Its felt like he was right there. After shopping I went home and JW came over. We went to dinner at my favorite resturant, Jim and Nicks, and then went to see He's Just Not That Into You, which is now my favorite movie. Thats about it for the weekend. Emotional. Exciting. Exausting and as alwasy Entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-5787169780096306184?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/5787169780096306184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=5787169780096306184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5787169780096306184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5787169780096306184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend In Review'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-168756906291763763</id><published>2009-02-04T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:42:56.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Think I Think...</title><content type='html'>#1- Tonight we are having a sleepover in the 722. I am pumped. It is strictly invite only and a B.Y.O.T.B. (Bring your own teddy bear). We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have anything major planned yet but it will happen more to come on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- Signing day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; over. Praise the Lord. My stress level and blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; had dropped. I feel like I can relax again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3- I really miss my best friend Greg. He got married in December and has been super busy every day since. It seems as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; he has time to talk I am busy or vise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4- I am really wanting to go on vacation. There is a trip to Key West that is an option in March. I don't know if my boss will let me or not. He is all about taking vacation in the summer but I know that I am going to need to be here during that time for football. Plus when else do you get a chance to go to Key West for cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5- Only 23 more days until Yvonne moves in. I am getting more excited everyday. Plus she has some neat stuff that we get to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6- I am financially embarrassed right now. Because I got that speeding ticket a few weeks ago I am trying to save some money up just in case I have to pay for it. And because the money is being set aside for that I am currently a little bit broke. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JW's&lt;/span&gt; sister, her friend, and his cousin are coming into town this weekend. Last time Lauren came we had a great time! I am looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to a repeat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8- Old Crow Medicine show concert on Sunday with boyfriend. I am so excited. He really loves them and so do I. I bought the tickets forever ago I feel like. They are great seats and he deserves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9- Mom and Dad are having a yard sale this weekend for anyone in Sumter. She put an ad in the paper "Empty Nest Yard Sale. Come get what the kids left behind". Mom is so clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10- I need a nap. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why but I have been so tired lately. Well that might not be true. I have been sleeping so well and hard lately and I think I just think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; tired because I want to sleep again because it is so good. Plus my dreams this week have been very vivid and interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-168756906291763763?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/168756906291763763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=168756906291763763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/168756906291763763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/168756906291763763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-thursday.html' title='10 Things I Think I Think...'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-7506978156500312390</id><published>2009-02-04T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:13:31.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYoDhdICr5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HjNe-z-0MZs/s1600-h/hjntiy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299051784843734930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYoDhdICr5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HjNe-z-0MZs/s320/hjntiy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not much for reading. I want to go ahead and get that out there. Recently I have been trying to do more of it considering the fact that now that I am out of college I think I am actually getting dumber... This is a book a read a few years ago. Blog readers let me introduce you to "He's Just Not That Into You". I picked the book up again earlier this week considering the movie is coming out this Friday and I felt like I had a few girlfriends that needed to read it for themselves. For any single girl out there please pick it up. Every word of the book is so true. Each chapter explains a different reason why a guy is not into you. It helps you realize all the sad pathetic things you put up with and makes you realize that you really are the best so start acting like it. To share my favorite quote with you... "You know you deserve a great relationship. Don't waste the pretty!"&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/928059229526772806-7506978156500312390?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7506978156500312390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=7506978156500312390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7506978156500312390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7506978156500312390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-review.html' title='A Book Review'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYoDhdICr5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HjNe-z-0MZs/s72-c/hjntiy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-6044384663156313787</id><published>2009-02-03T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:39:28.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"He's a BUC"</title><content type='html'>As some well know, national signing day is quickly approaching. Tomorrow Feb 4th at 7:00AM 22 high school seniors and junior college transfers will be commiting the next year of their life to playing Buc Football. This is an exciting time for the football coaches and even most of administrative staff. You see some people have devoted the past 6 months if not more to recruiting these guys in. Everyone has given alot for these guys to get here. Everyone is anxiously waiting the new season. Everyone... but me. I am tired. I am sick of this signing crap. More than anything else in the world I can not WAIT for tomorrow to be over. Yay, great, wonderful, we have the largest recruiting class and numericly the best recruting class we have ever had. Personally I dont care. I wont care until we start winning games next September. In my heart I am a Buc and I am excited for these guys to come in but in all seriousness I dont care what your highlight film shows or what your stats are. Come to CSU and win us some games. Got that recruits? Good. and Go freaking BUCS! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298688702476968578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYi5TR6D4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lL-prcVXQxA/s320/Helmet+Logo+3.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-6044384663156313787?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/6044384663156313787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=6044384663156313787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/6044384663156313787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/6044384663156313787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-buc.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s a BUC&quot;'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYi5TR6D4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lL-prcVXQxA/s72-c/Helmet+Logo+3.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-7843998619699522013</id><published>2009-02-03T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:24:46.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Spray</title><content type='html'>Recently my roomate MBK brought a new strange substance into our apartment. I wanted to share this with you blog readers... Welcome Batter Blaster, avaliable at your local costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298607041550881762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYhvB_QGE-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pGkMnETy2YQ/s320/batter-blaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the instructions on how to use batter blaster. It is simple really. Rumor has it the stuff really is wonderful, I have not tried it. MBK says she loves it because it is so simple to make.  Personally I will stick to bisquick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298607260549128946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYhvOvFWIvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RDGAgz3E66Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-7843998619699522013?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7843998619699522013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=7843998619699522013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7843998619699522013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7843998619699522013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/02/pancake-spray.html' title='Pancake Spray'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYhvB_QGE-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/pGkMnETy2YQ/s72-c/batter-blaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-4999551718633534840</id><published>2009-01-30T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:33:06.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reds</title><content type='html'>Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?&lt;div&gt;Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you are getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul Varjak: Sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then- then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYOqFomur3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MWROpYxNiK8/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297264600493764466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holly Golightly: He's all right! Aren't you cat? Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Paul Varjak: Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holly Golightly: That's right. I'm just CRAZY about Tiffany's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-4999551718633534840?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4999551718633534840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=4999551718633534840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4999551718633534840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4999551718633534840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='The Reds'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYOqFomur3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MWROpYxNiK8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-2284539200544649456</id><published>2009-01-29T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:36:54.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NEW 722</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Blog Readers, Please welcome the newest official &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; of the 722. This is Yvonne (Von, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vonz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Voni&lt;/span&gt;..you get the point) Yvonne is my oldest friend. We became friend in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and have been together since. Its funny how life works. Everyday of high school was spent together until our senior year when she had to move to D.C. but we stayed close. When we went to college we of course stayed friends but only really got to see each other maybe once or twice a year. NOW after 5 years of living in different parts of the state we will be together under one roof. I am pumped... When else in your life do you get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to be 20 something and live with your best friend?! NEVER! I am the luckiest girl in the whole world :). &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYHHC6_cEHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_hlGAfrz_6A/s1600-h/jr+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296733489773416562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYHHC6_cEHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_hlGAfrz_6A/s320/jr+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Von in 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296738208535567250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYHLVlwAW5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/r4Y_QIvpu58/s320/cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Voni&lt;/span&gt; at Cup '07 (This is the most decent picture I could find of us recently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296739077345898418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYHMIKUh77I/AAAAAAAAAGo/fuwNFjYSUco/s320/olli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;PS. If you werent jealous yet... Please observe the photo above. This is Olivia Grace Mellon she comes with Voni. It's kind of like buy one get one free.&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/928059229526772806-2284539200544649456?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/2284539200544649456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=2284539200544649456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2284539200544649456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2284539200544649456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-722.html' title='The NEW 722'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYHHC6_cEHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_hlGAfrz_6A/s72-c/jr+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-5884441430979607032</id><published>2009-01-28T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:27:29.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WACK WEDNESDAY- My Valentine's Day Wish Lish</title><content type='html'>Big props and shout outs go to boyfriend today for introducing me to the sexiest loungewear in the world. I can't even begin to count the number of times I have thought to myself "Gosh, where are my camo sleep pants?!". I recommend these to any couple out there. The camo makes it so you cannot see anything but my face and arms when I stand or sleep in the woods, just what every girl has always wanted. Thank you inventor of the camo sleepwear for helping me keep  my cover while I am under the covers. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYCiTb_dHYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n-iqW6jSR2U/s1600-h/lounge+wear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411616602824066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYCiTb_dHYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n-iqW6jSR2U/s320/lounge+wear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and for all you sea lovers. Do not forget to pick up your string bikini. The camo print really blends in with the sand on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYCiQhPY1sI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xX0cFkhF-uw/s1600-h/bathing+suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296411566472222402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYCiQhPY1sI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xX0cFkhF-uw/s320/bathing+suit.jpg" border="0" /&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/928059229526772806-5884441430979607032?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/5884441430979607032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=5884441430979607032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5884441430979607032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5884441430979607032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/wack-wednesday-my-valentines-day-wish.html' title='WACK WEDNESDAY- My Valentine&apos;s Day Wish Lish'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SYCiTb_dHYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n-iqW6jSR2U/s72-c/lounge+wear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-4430549008711661078</id><published>2009-01-26T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:56:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called my mother last night and told her what I was having for dinner. I explained to her my menu and her response was "Sounds like poverty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3OKbJTDEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sYWL-LAmFps/s1600-h/pigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295615415338339394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3OKbJTDEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sYWL-LAmFps/s320/pigs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pigs in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295615477877013202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3OOEHretI/AAAAAAAAAFI/USs0BEBZuwA/s320/mac+and+cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kraft Macaroni and Cheese "The Blue Box Blues"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295615536973473138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3ORgRX5XI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ORDLvntdmxs/s320/Oreos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oreo's and Milk, but only 3, since I am on a budget I cannot eat them all at once. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-4430549008711661078?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4430549008711661078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=4430549008711661078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4430549008711661078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4430549008711661078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/dinner-last-night.html' title='Dinner Last Night'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3OKbJTDEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sYWL-LAmFps/s72-c/pigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-7566449820333472692</id><published>2009-01-22T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:37:22.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are A Few of My Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>I think it is about that time to let the blog readers in on a little bit more about me. To do that I would like to share with you some of my favorite things. Some are obvious (and too hard to find pictures for) such as driving around, riding around, making CD's, dancing, singing, texting, cleaning, and surprises. Others include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294112621951258290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXh3YVhRDrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KnPwSdbrWXQ/s320/diet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1- DIET! I love diet coke. I live and breath for diet. Everyday it is necessary to have at least one if not multiple. It is like my coffee. I need one in the morning to wake up. Before picking a place to go out to eat I ask myself do they have diet. Because if they don't I will not eat there. Personally I am a fountain diet drinker. I prefer it out of a cup, with a lid, and a straw. Granted I will drink it anyway but that's my favorite. I am sure most of you readers don't know this but diet is not the same everywhere you go. Chick-fil-A has the BEST diet coke and Moe's is up there for a close second. The only problem with Moe's is that the first diet is always amazing, the second diet is never as good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294114607693204210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXh5L6_CivI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qK9tskSTq-U/s320/chickfila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2- The freaking CHICK-FIL-A! For as long as I can remember I have always loved Chick-fil-A. But then again I have never met anyone that doesn't. I could eat it everyday for every meal (I actually did for about 6 months). As some of you know before I was the most amazing secretary ever created I was a the Unit Marketing Director at the Chick-fil-A of Dorchester Rd. It was there that I became a raving fan and had it for every meal. Since the new job I try to make it into one of the stores at least once a week. PLUS I get to eat it for free so there is no reason n&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294115941833704418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXh6ZlC7A-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/NA2GrXvJhjw/s320/blog.png" border="0" /&gt;#3- Blogging. I do love to blog. It all started with my dear friend Greg. I would read what used to be "The Shoe Box" everyday. I even got the honor of contributing to the blog once or twice. It has now developed into &lt;a href="http://www.204macarthur.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Coaches Office&lt;/a&gt;. I check his blog everyday, it is a source of hope and inspiration also a great way to keep up with what he is doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294136603241749314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXiNMOyeG0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/kCwaif5i2_E/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;#4- My bed and everything it represents. I love my bedding. I love what happens in my bed. I love my bed frame. Everything about it I absolutely love. If I could I would spend all day with in my bed (with a diet of course&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294142596147204626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXiSpEGeUhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/67Pbm_UzyDs/s320/eloise_home.gif" border="0" /&gt;#5- Eloise. Eloise is my favorite. For as long as I can remember I have wanted to name a child Elosie. My Pappy used to call me Eloise. I love the books. She is a funny girl with the best sense of humor. She is six and lives in the plaza and she makes her life FABULOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618679247747602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3RIaJ8OhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1Y94Q9L70c4/s320/jim+and+nicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; #6- Jim 'N Nicks. Jim 'N Nicks is my most favorite restaurant. I try to eat there at least once a week. My favorite dish is the chopped southern salad. Recently they have opened a new store in North Charleston that has a drive thru. I think someone from above is looking out for me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618832900448994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3RRWjmYuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lB-trS_1zno/s320/love+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;#7- This mascara. It is from Clinique and absolutely wonderful. I like eye lashes that are bold and long. Personally I want my eye lashes to look fake every time I put on mascara. I know some girls say they could not live without eye liner or chap stick...well I could not live without mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618900127179922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3RVQ_s5JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GbKTLl4RAoU/s320/harry+and+sally.bmp" border="0" /&gt;#8- Love stories. All I have to say about this is: "I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295625216259586514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3XE6bA-dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e0-6-v1df5k/s320/me+and+alex2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#9- Spending time with my BFF Alex. We tend to have a good time together. We both are busy busy but it is nice when we do get together. She makes me laugh. I am very proud of her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295623053970112802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3VHDRCASI/AAAAAAAAAF4/S0CVpz_YS7A/s320/post+secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#10- Post Secret. That's enough said check out the &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295622998256345890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SX3VDzt1YyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/otSeDW2J3Rg/s320/love+love+love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;#11- Things I cant afford. Such as these Christian Louboutins. One day. One day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-7566449820333472692?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7566449820333472692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=7566449820333472692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7566449820333472692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7566449820333472692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are A Few of My Favorite Things...'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXh3YVhRDrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KnPwSdbrWXQ/s72-c/diet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-866594496172847207</id><published>2009-01-20T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:26:53.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am retarded...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXYXF_9xuGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qiv9VbgeQ6I/s1600-h/im+retarded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293443803857926242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXYXF_9xuGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qiv9VbgeQ6I/s320/im+retarded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the anniversary I decided I would write boyfriend a note a day everyday. This is his for this morning... I wrote them all in one night... it was supposed to say "you are the funniest GUY I know." Dear Boyfried- I am sorry for calling you a girl. I am also sorry you are dating a dumby. I will do better next year.&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/928059229526772806-866594496172847207?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/866594496172847207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=866594496172847207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/866594496172847207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/866594496172847207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-retarded.html' title='I am retarded...'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXYXF_9xuGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qiv9VbgeQ6I/s72-c/im+retarded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-1588220319445080867</id><published>2009-01-19T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:12:20.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend in review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the weekend was wonderful. it was extremly short but still great...&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt; was a good day at work besides one huge down fall. i got a speeding ticket, $182. sucks huh?! the only only funny part about it was that i got pulled over by a cop on foot. i was speeding down 26 and the cop stood into the street pointed directly at me and told me to pull over. the rest of the day was good though. i spent my afternoon with my friend, vault, in the stadium center watching the football team run around. we had a great time. after work we went to eat at hometeam bbq and see the movie bride wars ( look foward to the one sentence summary of that later). &lt;strong&gt;saturday &lt;/strong&gt;was spent in sumter celebrating a bridal shower. my dear friend ellen will be getting married in may and asked me to be a bridesmaid, i feel so honored. after the shower i came back home to charleston. i spend the rest of my night with vault, boyfriend, alecia, and an idea called "kelby". we had a good time to say the least. lesson learned that evening- i really love going out dancing, boyfriend really knows how to shake his little thing. &lt;strong&gt;sunday&lt;/strong&gt; was well sunday. boyfriend and i went to my favorite resturant for lunch and then spend the rest of the day being lazy. we went to see paul blart mall cop which was good with a couple of our friends. and honestly thats it for the weekend in review... have a good day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-1588220319445080867?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/1588220319445080867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=1588220319445080867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/1588220319445080867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/1588220319445080867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-in-review.html' title='the weekend in review.'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-3298718758827138112</id><published>2009-01-19T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:18:44.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear boyfriend- you are the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXSnspT1BFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u_spVbFkE_M/s1600-h/morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293039847512278098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXSnspT1BFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u_spVbFkE_M/s320/morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXSnpZMtNnI/AAAAAAAAADw/uuF0LTIVjNU/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293039791647831666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXSnpZMtNnI/AAAAAAAAADw/uuF0LTIVjNU/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the most beautiful flowers i have ever gotten. i love boyfriend. yes i do.&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/928059229526772806-3298718758827138112?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/3298718758827138112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=3298718758827138112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3298718758827138112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3298718758827138112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-boyfriend-you-are-best.html' title='dear boyfriend- you are the best.'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SXSnspT1BFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u_spVbFkE_M/s72-c/morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-2957416924051523918</id><published>2009-01-15T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:51:45.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Counting?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SW89yx5BHrI/AAAAAAAAADo/0_5oiNqPCEU/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291516029778861746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SW89yx5BHrI/AAAAAAAAADo/0_5oiNqPCEU/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today boyfriend and I are celebrating an anniversary. We are saying that it has been a year when in all honestly it has been a year and half. We are both now into uncharted territory. Neither one of us have ever been in a relationship this long. He is truly one of the best things that has ever happened to me. He is my best friend. Boyfriend always knows just what to say and do to put a smile on my face. We are celebrating tonight by going out to dinner at a little italian place. He bought me a dress and jewlery to wear  (he is always thinking). I made him a little present last night and I am looking forward to seeing his reaction. I cannot wait until 5 o'clock when I finally get to see him. I know today will be a good day because (at risk of sounding cheesy) every day with him is a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-2957416924051523918?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/2957416924051523918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=2957416924051523918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2957416924051523918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2957416924051523918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-counting.html' title='Who&apos;s Counting?!'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SW89yx5BHrI/AAAAAAAAADo/0_5oiNqPCEU/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-4809203142657550066</id><published>2009-01-14T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:39:58.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>The MOST wonderful thing happened at work today. Its not a raise, or mandatory nap time, but workstudies. Workstudies are students that work for the university. They find a department and someone that needs them at BAM they have a job. The reason this is so fabulous is because I did not get ONE work study student but THREE!!! That means THREE times the fun and help in the office. It is absolutely wonderful. No more running across campus for me. Some people ask, well secretary, why do you need three people to help you? And the answer is... someone always has to answer the phone. :) that, and other things. Today before lunch I got my first workstudy. She is absolutely precious. I told her what I needed her to do and when I came back from lunch it was DONE. It truly is amazing folks, its like even when I am not working I am getting work done! So here's to you creator of workstudies! I think you just saved my sanity. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-4809203142657550066?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4809203142657550066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=4809203142657550066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4809203142657550066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4809203142657550066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-workstudies.html' title='Wonderful Wednesday'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-6708166067083019493</id><published>2009-01-13T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:01:12.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, you see, she had to be free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SWybjC5zNNI/AAAAAAAAADg/tx7hw7b1Zg0/s1600-h/tueday+tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290774688630518994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SWybjC5zNNI/AAAAAAAAADg/tx7hw7b1Zg0/s320/tueday+tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Blog readers- This is my new friend Tuesday. Yes, I said it Tuesday (as in the day after Monday and the day before Wednesday). Tuesday is my newest addition onto the friend list. She is funny, sarcastic, precious and smart. We get along pretty well. We are always laughing about something and Tuesday makes a good listener. She has a crazy cat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; bites and scratches but the thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; likes me. Tuesday could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;potentially&lt;/span&gt; be the newest addition to apt. 722 also. Since Maribeth is going to move out I am trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday living with me would be the best decision of her life. She is forever busy and gone though. She is an athletic trainer so she has to be at games so she can save lives. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; glad I got to share this with you blog readers. Please be nice and kind to Tuesday, she is  noncommital so I am not allowed to be too pushy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-6708166067083019493?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/6708166067083019493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=6708166067083019493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/6708166067083019493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/6708166067083019493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-you-see-she-had-to-be-free.html' title='Tuesday, you see, she had to be free'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SWybjC5zNNI/AAAAAAAAADg/tx7hw7b1Zg0/s72-c/tueday+tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-7719647514166468381</id><published>2009-01-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:54:59.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Factual Friday</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog Readers- I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for the lack of attention. Christmas break came and went then work started back full force. I believe that the coaches held onto everything they could think of until I got back so they could give it to me. I have a few fun new facts to share. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I got a new car. Its a 4-Runner and I love it. I have yet to decide if it is a boy or a girl so I have not come up with a good name for it. This is it...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290452503098917602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SWt2hYRJguI/AAAAAAAAADY/RPB36nsKt7Q/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2- My friends are back in town. It's a little bit strange. I got used to being alone and making new friends. I am excited though. Alex is my favorite. I havent seen my little sister April in forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3-Work is alright. The head coach is out of town in the begining of next week which will be nice. He left me work to do but the disk doesnt work so I dunno what to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4-Speaking of new friends I have a new one. Her name is Tuesday... more to come on her later. Loof for a special feature I am going to call Tuesday, Tuesday! (maybe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5-I am hungry and in desperate need of a diet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6- I miss my Ateam. Tyson, Ellen, Katie, Rachel, and Erica. That is just a little fact for ya'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must go for now. Head Coach just told me because the disk doesnt work that I just need to start from scratch typing up this 32 page report. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-7719647514166468381?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7719647514166468381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=7719647514166468381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7719647514166468381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7719647514166468381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2009/01/factual-friday-which-is-now-monday.html' title='Factual Friday'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SWt2hYRJguI/AAAAAAAAADY/RPB36nsKt7Q/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-3869952877237937438</id><published>2008-12-18T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:37:46.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Thursday</title><content type='html'>Good Morning blog readers. I want to apologize for my lack of communication this week. So lets kick it off right with a little thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Work is wild. I thought this week would be calm because break starts tomorrow, but it has been crazy everyday this week besides today. It is so quiet around here right now I can barely stand it! And rumor has that it will be even quieter tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I really miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt;. I am fully aware that it has only been one week but honestly I am just ready to see him again. We have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; during the day but I never get to talk to him on the phone. It just seems that whenever I can talk he cant and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-CHRISTMAS is officially ONE week away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-All of my Christmas shopping is done. I am really excited about it. This year no one really told me anything to get them. I have never been put in a position like that before so it was kind of exciting. Usually I know exactly what to get everyone and there is no real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; or thought in the pressie. This year I got to look around, compare prices, buy things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if people will like. It was so much more fun (and expensive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know when I am going back to Sumter. I am trying to stay away from there as long as I can. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I go home I get in this nasty Sumter-Coma. Its like I cant think of anything else but how to get out. Hopefully Greg wont be too busy and I will be able to spend his last single days with him. If not I will be stuck in the house with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-The wedding is 9 days away. This is wild to me. My dress is hemmed. My shoes fit. I am ready to see Anna all dolled up and see Greg's face when she walks in. I think I might cry. There is still no word on if I will have a date to the wedding or not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; is still in the process of talking to his parents and is trying to convince them to let him come up the day after Christmas. If he cant come I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; it has just been so long since we have been able to dress up together and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; enjoy basketball games. I know this sounds terrible. I want to go ahead and state I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bucs&lt;/span&gt; fan. I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bucs&lt;/span&gt;, its just that basketball is not my favorite. I am fully aware that it is my job to be at all of them and I will be. I will be there with bells and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;whistles&lt;/span&gt; on, its just if I had a option of what I would be doing at night I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; pick a basketball game. Granted if it is a big game and there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people there that might change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-Last night I helped Alecia work a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CofC&lt;/span&gt; basketball game. We were downtown working at the new arena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;and we&lt;/span&gt; were selling Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-A sandwiches. I got to work the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;register&lt;/span&gt; and I realized while I was there how much I miss dealing with people. I think it is fun to make people smile and laugh and I even enjoy people getting mad at me. Example: Last night at the game we ran out of sandwiches before half time and one man got really mad. I loved it. I listened to him complain, told him I understood and then resolved the issue. Sure he did not get his sandwich but he still walked away with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Jim n Nicks is my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; I believe. They have one downtown on King Street and a new one has opened in North Charleston. When I first started eating there I would always get the pulled pork sandwich but since about the middle of football season I have been getting the chopped southern salad. It is wonderful. I recommend it to everyone and if you are visiting the store in North Charleston feel free to drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-I am currently financially embarrassed. I am so broke I cant stand it. I have resorted to using the credit card. I had to get Christmas pressies and a girls got to eat. I get paid tomorrow, THANK GOODNESS!! I can start paying those bills a little bit. Today for lunch I am going to Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-A and get a free number one with the coupons I earned last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-I am going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;orthodontist&lt;/span&gt; next week to get a retainer. Go ahead and laugh blog readers. I just needed to share that with someone... :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-3869952877237937438?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/3869952877237937438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=3869952877237937438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3869952877237937438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3869952877237937438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/thinking-thursday_18.html' title='Thinking Thursday'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-5055835136632405306</id><published>2008-12-15T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:04:25.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUapv1tUl5I/AAAAAAAAACw/E2EEETKfM_M/s1600-h/step1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280094252474603410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUapv1tUl5I/AAAAAAAAACw/E2EEETKfM_M/s320/step1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step One: Unscrew the UroClub’s triple seal, leak proof cap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280093825067943426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUapW9fohgI/AAAAAAAAACY/WFQGaF28Ues/s320/step2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Step 2: Clip the privacy towel to the UroClub and your belt or waist band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280093971448255890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUapfeza1ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/jd_s6N-fTDI/s320/step3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Step 3: Discreetly relieve yourself and then get back into the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get yourself or a loved one a URO Club visit &lt;a href="http://www.uroclub.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website. haha. Have a good one.&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/928059229526772806-5055835136632405306?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/5055835136632405306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=5055835136632405306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5055835136632405306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/5055835136632405306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-dad.html' title='Merry Christmas Dad'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUapv1tUl5I/AAAAAAAAACw/E2EEETKfM_M/s72-c/step1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-3915930912105456332</id><published>2008-12-15T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:07:14.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend...The Blessed Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUaKXhcC-PI/AAAAAAAAABw/k_N4MqmCqqM/s1600-h/jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059749856114930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUaKXhcC-PI/AAAAAAAAABw/k_N4MqmCqqM/s320/jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to start of by saying what a weekend! Starting off the weekend was a small road trip to Columbia. Voni is graduating this week and her whole family is in town. I havent seen her mom or or her step dad in an extremly long time so I went up there to visit. We had dinner at Yesterdays and then went back to Voni's for tea. We sat at the table for hours just girl talking and laughing. Saturday morning I woke up in with Momma bringing me tea , can you say heavenly? Momma make the best tea ever! Once we finially got up and moving we headed toward the mall. We shopped for a little while and got a little snack. I purchased myself a little Christmas pressie. See picture to the right..  After shopping I had to head back to the good ol' North Chuck. Work calls, I answer. CSU Men's Basketball team played Covanent College on Saturday night and the attendance of the game was simply sad. On a postive note the Bucs won the game! After work I headed to Summerville to meet up with a few friends. I was home by midnight. I woke up on Sunday around 12 noon. Good day! I went to Jim and Nicks for lunch alone and then started some Christmas shoppping. I am so proud of myself. I think I am done with everyone. I need to get something for Mom but I think Dad and I will go in together for that. All that is left now is to wrap them up. I missed JW alot this weekend. I wanted him with me all weekend. There were so many funny things that happened or that got said that no one appreciated but me. Hopefully I get to see him next weekend for Greg's wedding. Today is Monday which means Moe's Monday. I am once again thrilled. The office is really quiet today everyone is starting to peace out because of the upcoming break. I wish I wasnt so new, I think I would peace out too.  I am ready for break I guess. Its not like Im tired of work...I just started. I think I am just ready to see JW and Alex and celebrate Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-3915930912105456332?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/3915930912105456332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=3915930912105456332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3915930912105456332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3915930912105456332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekendthe-blessed-weekend.html' title='The Weekend...The Blessed Weekend.'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUaKXhcC-PI/AAAAAAAAABw/k_N4MqmCqqM/s72-c/jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-4262159844224115348</id><published>2008-12-15T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:35:56.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280056215760657378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUaHJz6B2-I/AAAAAAAAABg/J8gz1NibMXA/s320/grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A little shout out this morning goes to my dear friends that graduated this weekend. Greg graduated from Coastal Carolina...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;. He is going to be a wonderful pe teacher and probably the best coach of all time. Yvonne is graduating today from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;USC&lt;/span&gt;...I'm so proud. Now just to get her to move to Charleston. Lauren, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boyfriend's&lt;/span&gt; sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; her masters degree this weekend in education. . Not only does she have the looks in the family but also the brains. :) Anna (Greg's better half), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; her masters also. Granted she graduated in the summer but go the pleasure of wearing that hot robe this weekend. So here's to you graduates, Class of 2008.&lt;br /&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/928059229526772806-4262159844224115348?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4262159844224115348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=4262159844224115348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4262159844224115348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/4262159844224115348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/hats-off.html' title='Hats Off!'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUaHJz6B2-I/AAAAAAAAABg/J8gz1NibMXA/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-7947555285332540921</id><published>2008-12-11T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:56:48.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear greg...meet fat karla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUHtM4eyvXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Uyq1axBiyKs/s1600-h/n503384389_433904_8182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278761043830685042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUHtM4eyvXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Uyq1axBiyKs/s320/n503384389_433904_8182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these are my two newest friends. i know some would just call them borderline buddies but i call them true friends. this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; and i worked together at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chickfila&lt;/span&gt;. he was my only true sanity. he listened to me whine and laughed with me (and at me) when appropriate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; is his beautiful girlfriend. she is so wonderful. my favorite thing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; is how she laughs at herself all the time. she has the best sense of humor. she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;affectionately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the nickname fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; but as all can see she is not fat. i will forever call her fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; even if she does get fat...because if i stopped calling her fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; then she would know she was in fact fat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; will be leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;charleston&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;january&lt;/span&gt;. i am already trying to plan times for them to come back down or to take a road trip up to see them. i have a great time with the both of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; are the kind of people you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to impress. i like that about them. i like everything about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;. so here's to you blog readers...meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;matt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;karla&lt;/span&gt; my two newest favorite friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-7947555285332540921?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7947555285332540921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=7947555285332540921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7947555285332540921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/7947555285332540921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-gregmeet-fat-karla.html' title='dear greg...meet fat karla'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/SUHtM4eyvXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Uyq1axBiyKs/s72-c/n503384389_433904_8182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-3927373174005998293</id><published>2008-12-11T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:05:53.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Thursday...</title><content type='html'>I know this is over done by Greg's "10 Things I think I Think" and then Anna's "Things" but I figured I'd jump on the band wagon. I'm not going to limit myself to a number so if you get 10 you get 10 if you get 2 well...you get two. Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Today is the office Christmas party. It is a lunch at Smokey Bones.  I have not worked here long enough to feel like I fit in at an event like this. AND I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; think I like Smokey Bones. I would rather do Sticky Fingers personally. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; help that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really know when to leave either. The boss still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hasnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left so I am assuming I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leave before he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left today to go back to Jacksonville for break. I am a little sad. I love spending time with him and since the break every moment we are together seems better than the last. I will miss him for sure. Hopefully he can come up for Greg's wedding or if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lucky maybe just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; trip :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For sure I will see him for New Years. I cant wait to kiss him at midnight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Alex also left today for Christmas break. She is only in Florence which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that far away and I am 100% confident I will see her before break is over. She had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt; last night.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have never had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt; so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know what they feel like but rumor has it that they suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I really miss Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-A. I mean I like this job. I like that I have tasks everyday that get completed but I know I am far more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;capable&lt;/span&gt; than just a secretary. At the same time though I know I have to start at the bottom and work my way up. So I guess on the scale I would give the job about a 7. One of those points is taken off just because my job revolves around the fax machine and well it seems as if none of them ever work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Secretary's work really hard... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know if it is just here but I know it happens. They call me an 'administrative assistant'. And today something that made me frustrated was someone higher on the food chain decided they wanted to clean their office and they felt that the proper place to put all their stuff was my office. I just cleaned out my office last week and I still feel like I have enough junk of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-I am ready for the football coaches to come back to work. I think it will be fun working for them. Plus I will get to spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my time over at the stadium not behind a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-I am not really sure what to do with myself while my two best friends are gone. Tonight I hope I get to hang out with my friend Fat Karla and tomorrow I am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Columiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to hang out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before she graduates from the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;USC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But after those two days it's all empty on the planner. Good thing my friend Caleb is still in town. If it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for him I would have never survived Christmas break last year in Sumter so this year he will have to pull me through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-Shout outs this week go to my dear friend Greg and his "soon to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Anna. Only 16 more days until the wedding. It feels like just yesterday I was helping Greg make that book that he proposed to Anna with. Thinking about how close the wedding is I really need to go get my dress altered. Good thing I remembered! That will give me something to do next week. I do feel like a crappy bridesmaid. When I was working at Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-A I had to work every weekend and I never made it to a shower. Hopefully there will be someway for me to attend the one this weekend but there is not telling because SHOCKER--I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9-I am sending out Christmas cards this year. This is my first time ever. I am really unsure of who to send them to. I don't have enough to send to all of the people at work but I feel like I need to do something. Here is who is on so far...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;JW's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Grandfather and wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;JW's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Immediate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Voni's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-A Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alex's Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And well that is all I know for sure. I cant decided do I do people at work or not? And if I do who gets one and who doesn't? I think I need help from Mrs. Manners on this one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10- I cant wait to get off at 5 today. I am not sure what I will do. I just want to be off. I want a nice cold diet. A good long drive in the car. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even mind a little nap and a full belly. I dunno maybe if I am feeling really frisky I will watch House tonight if not I will stick to When Harry Met Sally. :) Plus I cant wait to get home and see if I have any little notes or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-3927373174005998293?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/3927373174005998293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=3927373174005998293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3927373174005998293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/3927373174005998293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/thinking-thursday.html' title='Thinking Thursday...'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-2806455486265259909</id><published>2008-12-10T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:40:02.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST_vTe2VagI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CLLTptmaOtY/s1600-h/n136102307_30472999_76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200406279023106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST_vTe2VagI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CLLTptmaOtY/s320/n136102307_30472999_76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In honor of the holidays I would like to give the blog readers a little present. This is what I would call The Best of Christmas. It is my own personal playlist of Christmas tunes. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr. Grinch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby, It's Cold Outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I Want For Christmas Is You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Santa Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silent Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Christmas, Let's Have Sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chipmunk Christmas Song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run Run Rudolph&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dick In A Box&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We Need A Little Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nuttin' For Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Santa Claus Is Coming To Town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-2806455486265259909?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/2806455486265259909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=2806455486265259909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2806455486265259909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2806455486265259909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas.html' title='Where Are You Christmas?'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST_vTe2VagI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CLLTptmaOtY/s72-c/n136102307_30472999_76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-2917689662680514912</id><published>2008-12-09T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:28:49.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times Tuesday</title><content type='html'>In honor of the holidays and because Tuesday is probably the worst day of the week I propose Good Times Tuesday. I will use this time to remember days past. Recently my mind has been wandering back to last year around this time. JW and I were ending our exams and making a long drive to Nashville. It was one of the best times we have ever had. The ride up was beautiful. I remember listening to wagon wheel and tunnel of love driving on those curvy roads. On our way up we got caught in rain and had to pull over to cover all of our suitcases in trashbags. At the time I thought it was stupid but when we got there and all of my clothes were clean and dry I was happy. We did so much in Nashville but my favorite was the night we went to see the Rockettes at the Grand Ol' Oprey. I am sure JW didnt really want to go but he took me and I know he ended up enjoying it. Below you will find the picture we took together before we left. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277824467161537922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST6ZY8gHXYI/AAAAAAAAABA/sd6MXaJOuPk/s320/n136100046_30493740_5695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My next favorite memory of the trip was how everyday we were there we ate at Wendell's. Wendell's is a little meat and three in Nashville. My favorite was the day they had chicken and dressing. It was so good I think JW tried to eat two plates. AND an added bonus Wendell's has by far the best banana pudding I have ever put in my mouth. Oh Wendell's how I miss thee. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277825209606100882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST6aEKUsV5I/AAAAAAAAABI/xmE6py-yMc4/s320/n136100046_30493742_2512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another hour until lunch... Lunch today will be at the Chick-fil-A with my dear Al. Last night dinner was Carabba's with the one and only, which cannont happen again anytime soon. That boy is going to break my bank :). haha. To keep my mind off of how hungry I am I have been listening to Christmas music. Maybe later today I will post my own must have Christmas Playlist.  We will see...I mean it gets really busy behind this desk... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-2917689662680514912?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/2917689662680514912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=2917689662680514912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2917689662680514912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/2917689662680514912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-times-tuesday.html' title='Good Times Tuesday'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST6ZY8gHXYI/AAAAAAAAABA/sd6MXaJOuPk/s72-c/n136100046_30493740_5695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-852410559239980668</id><published>2008-12-08T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:13:55.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The weekend... oh the weekend. To even begin to explain the weekend I feel as if I need to fill in blog readers with my week. Last week boyfriend and I decided that we needed a little break from each other. We had been spending alot of time together and when I say alot I mean every moment we had free. Granted when he told me he wanted this break I was extremly upset but as the week went on I started to understand why we needed it. I spent the rest of the week not talking to him or seeing him. So after 4 days boyfriend asked me on a date. I dont think I have ever been so nervous to be with him. It took me no kidding over 2 hours to pick out what to wear. But gosh was it worth it...he said I looked more beautiful than I ever had before. Our date Saturday night was like the first date all over again, besides there was kissing and I usually dont kiss on the first date. Long story short we decided the break needed to be over. It seems as if we are better with each other than without each other. The more I think about him the more I love him. I hope the relationship stays this way. It has been about a year and 5 months so far and everyday I feel like I fall more in love with him. He is my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The break really gave me sometime to spend with some of my friends. I got to be with BFF Al this week alot and my little sister April. I hate that Alex and I havent spent as much time together this semester as we did last year. I understand though, I am busy, she had diseases...Oh well I am just looking forward to things changing a little and maybe even me and Al making a little date night for each other once a week? As for April. I see myself in her everyday. I cant explain our relationship better than just saying I feel like she is my little sister. She is staying with me Wednesday night and I cant wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Monday so you know what that means... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277452886356289538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST1HcGIgaAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RR_Ceqw0Zfg/s320/Moes%2520logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am absolutly thrilled and cant wait! I have alot to do today. I mean besides sitting behind the secretary's desk. I have to go to the bank, moes, clean my kitchen, and hopefully see the boyfriend. We will see. Well that is all for today blog readers. I will post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/928059229526772806-852410559239980668?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/852410559239980668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=852410559239980668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/852410559239980668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/852410559239980668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend.html' title='Weekend...'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST1HcGIgaAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RR_Ceqw0Zfg/s72-c/Moes%2520logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-928059229526772806.post-1199711293593501052</id><published>2008-12-01T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:43:59.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day behind the secretary's desk. Surprisingly I was not behind the desk much. I think I might like this job. It is way too soon to tell. My duties include checking email, voicemail, making coffee and answering phones. I do like the people I work with, at least so far. I made friends with one of the coaches which was cool. Overall I would give the day about a 6. Boyfriend and I are doing alright. He gave me a wonderful portfolio today to take to my first staff meeting tomorrow...he is so thoughtful. Me...well I am just a jerk sometimes. I gave him nothing but a bad attitude. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a postive note I did get my Christmas tree up this week and all of my other decorations. Pictures will be posted soon. For now I believe it is bed time, it is hard work being a secretary sitting behind a desk all day is tough work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/928059229526772806-1199711293593501052?l=fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/feeds/1199711293593501052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=928059229526772806&amp;postID=1199711293593501052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/1199711293593501052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/928059229526772806/posts/default/1199711293593501052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthesecretarysdesk.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-day.html' title='first day'/><author><name>MEB1512</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882619246914818201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fS-zKGHMsuk/ST20BHGKFcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pbdSiVvjzBw/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
