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Goals.'/><category term='Holidays.'/><title type='text'>I Carry Your Heart With Me, I Carry It In My Heart, I Am Never Without It.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>461</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-7810346925618258546</id><published>2010-01-03T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:30:39.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Holidays.'/><title type='text'>Christmas Blizzard of 09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4243834728_4d6cda9997.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4243834746_6631f198ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-7810346925618258546?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7810346925618258546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=7810346925618258546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7810346925618258546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7810346925618258546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-blizzard-of-09.html' title='Christmas Blizzard of 09.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4243834728_4d6cda9997_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2568397416212657958</id><published>2009-06-25T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:07:22.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Twenty-Five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/3713629653_5c109c5a4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/3713629653_5c109c5a4a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 : 52 : After about sixteen hours of driving we finally made it to Colorado for our summer vacation. My husband's family owns this quaint little cabin and it was always his favorite place growing up so he had to share it with me as well. The vacation was much needed and it was a lovely time full of relaxation, cooking, board games, laughter and fishing. Oh, and, lets not forget the amazing mountain view that we were able to wake up and look at each morning or the rushing creek right below us. Let's just say driving home was not easy and I missed it the second we left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2568397416212657958?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2568397416212657958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2568397416212657958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2568397416212657958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2568397416212657958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-twenty-five.html' title='Week Twenty-Five.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/3713629653_5c109c5a4a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5562790482461811678</id><published>2009-06-18T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:58:32.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Twenty-Four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3329/3655440671_1378a50108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3329/3655440671_1378a50108.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 : 52. - On a whim I decided to go to the salon and change my hair. At first I was thinking of just getting my bangs trimmed because they were ridiculously long and I was tired of pushing them out of my face. Then I thought of getting layers and decided on that as I was driving. Next thing you know I step out of the salon with about 6 inches chopped off. It's a huge change, which is what I wanted, and I really love it. Ask me in a week and my answer may be different though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5562790482461811678?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5562790482461811678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5562790482461811678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5562790482461811678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5562790482461811678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-twenty-four.html' title='Week Twenty-Four.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3329/3655440671_1378a50108_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1160333342588661954</id><published>2009-06-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:57:28.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Twenty-Three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3655425387_c60203f76a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3655425387_c60203f76a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 : 52. - Would you believe that I've never shucked corn before in my entire life? It's true, this is my very first time to shuck corn and I have to admit it's quite fun. We stopped by the grocery store to get all fresh ingredients for tonight's dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1160333342588661954?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1160333342588661954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1160333342588661954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1160333342588661954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1160333342588661954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-twenty-three.html' title='Week Twenty-Three.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3655425387_c60203f76a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6813216273180264517</id><published>2009-06-04T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:55:47.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Twenty-Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3617525714_4837d0db24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3617525714_4837d0db24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 : 52. - I recently went shopping for clothes that were non-work related and picked up this denim mini-skirt. I've never been a huge fun of skirts or shorts because my legs are what you'd call &amp;quot;chicken legs&amp;quot; and incredibly white. Thanks, Irish heritage, I really appreciate it. But I decided that my legs needed to see the sun and bought it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6813216273180264517?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6813216273180264517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6813216273180264517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6813216273180264517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6813216273180264517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-twenty-two.html' title='Week Twenty-Two.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3617525714_4837d0db24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-7953221056860637423</id><published>2009-05-28T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:31:34.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Twenty-One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3573606633_5552818562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3573606633_5552818562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 : 52. -  It has been raining here a lot lately and afterwards there are these beautiful white fluffy clouds that cover the entire sky. My husband and I went out for lunch at Panda Express and decided to sit out on their patio since the weather was nice for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-7953221056860637423?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7953221056860637423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=7953221056860637423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7953221056860637423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7953221056860637423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-twenty-one.html' title='Week Twenty-One.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3573606633_5552818562_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4298503527116942488</id><published>2009-05-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:30:31.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Twenty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3573601639_bcce46f000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3573601639_bcce46f000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 : 52. - Recently my husband has gotten back into golfing. His whole family golfs but he hasn't in about ten years. Some friends of ours, another married couple, also loving golfing and we decided to all go together as a group. Of course us girls just watched our husbands and drove the carts but it is still fun nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4298503527116942488?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4298503527116942488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4298503527116942488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4298503527116942488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4298503527116942488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-twenty.html' title='Week Twenty.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3573601639_bcce46f000_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-886234646880570879</id><published>2009-05-14T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:29:16.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Nineteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3574394292_1bb05a7969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3574394292_1bb05a7969.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 : 52. - For Mother's Day I invited everyone over to my house for dinner. I ended up making some delicious grilled chicken with a pasta salad and then cheesecake with berries for dessert. Everything was delicious and I'm so glad. Both my Mom and Mother-in-Law deserved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-886234646880570879?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/886234646880570879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=886234646880570879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/886234646880570879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/886234646880570879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-nineteen.html' title='Week Nineteen.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3574394292_1bb05a7969_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1512135977230861367</id><published>2009-05-07T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:28:15.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Eighteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3573582393_3d6b758e6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3573582393_3d6b758e6c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 : 52. - A friend of mine got me these adorable brightly colored condiment bowls for my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1512135977230861367?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1512135977230861367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1512135977230861367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1512135977230861367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1512135977230861367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-eighteen.html' title='Week Eighteen.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3573582393_3d6b758e6c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4840604375076500552</id><published>2009-04-30T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:51:50.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Seventeen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3498691550_6a8c774616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3498691550_6a8c774616.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 : 52. - My brother graduated from the Fire Academy and I couldn't be more proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4840604375076500552?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4840604375076500552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4840604375076500552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4840604375076500552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4840604375076500552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-seventeen.html' title='Week Seventeen.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3498691550_6a8c774616_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4220423968349826994</id><published>2009-04-28T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:33:07.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Guy Thing.'/><title type='text'>Baby Talk.</title><content type='html'>Picking out baby names for our future un-born son. No this does not mean I'm pregnant this means I have baby fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What do you think of William Connor for a boy's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. V : Sounds good to me. Conner saves the world from killer robots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I'm assuming your talking about Battlestar Galactica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. V : No, John Conner from Terminator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this makes me giggle because obviously Terminator is the first thing you think of when you hear about your un-born son's potential name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4220423968349826994?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4220423968349826994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4220423968349826994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4220423968349826994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4220423968349826994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-talk.html' title='Baby Talk.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6990264894953843102</id><published>2009-04-23T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:47:55.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Sixteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3580/3498673166_361104c3de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3580/3498673166_361104c3de.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 : 52. - Since we have been living in our house for almost two years I've decided that it's time to make the outside feel as &amp;quot;homey&amp;quot; as the inside does. We decided to plant flowers around the base of our tree in the front yard and put bricks around it in a circle like we've seen some of the other neighbors do. It was about a three day project, a lot more work then I thought it would be, but I think it turned out quite nicely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6990264894953843102?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6990264894953843102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6990264894953843102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6990264894953843102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6990264894953843102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-sixteen.html' title='Week Sixteen.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3580/3498673166_361104c3de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5404807220278918509</id><published>2009-04-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:42:24.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Fifteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3497840801_bb428acd43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3497840801_bb428acd43.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 : 52. - Tonight we went to our friends last of the season Soccer game. We ended up getting there a little late only to find out that the team captain forgot the papers so they have to forfeit the game. We stuck around a little while and they just played for fun until a fight broke out and everyone had to leave. Who knew soccer was such a intense sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5404807220278918509?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5404807220278918509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5404807220278918509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5404807220278918509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5404807220278918509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-fifteen.html' title='Week Fifteen.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3497840801_bb428acd43_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4916334515766872785</id><published>2009-04-09T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:39:06.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Fourteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3307/3497827531_7b36218a14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3307/3497827531_7b36218a14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 : 52. - Since the weather is starting to get warmer we decided to start maintenance on our yard since everything is dead from the Winter. We bought this fertilizer spreader and hope that it will help turn our lawn back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4916334515766872785?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4916334515766872785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4916334515766872785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4916334515766872785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4916334515766872785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-fourteen.html' title='Week Fourteen.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3307/3497827531_7b36218a14_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8550107245113419489</id><published>2009-04-02T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:37:14.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Thirteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3497813643_a2a2088fec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3497813643_a2a2088fec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 : 52. - I received a invitation in the mail from one of my friend's baby shower. They are having a boy and already have the most adorable little one year old girl. Her invitations are adorable and I love the colors she picked out for his bedroom decor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8550107245113419489?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8550107245113419489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8550107245113419489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8550107245113419489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8550107245113419489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-thirteen.html' title='Week Thirteen.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3497813643_a2a2088fec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-52278917298680836</id><published>2009-03-26T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:50:44.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Twelve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3404701341_c8c9f41d4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3404701341_c8c9f41d4e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 : 52. - For my Birthday Weekend the husband decided to take me on a romantic get-a-way and see the River walk among other beautiful places along the way. Everything was so beautiful but I do wish that it wasn't as crowded. The weather was beautiful though. It was very nice to have a vacation just the two of us and be spoiled rotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-52278917298680836?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/52278917298680836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=52278917298680836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/52278917298680836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/52278917298680836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-twelve.html' title='Week Twelve.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3404701341_c8c9f41d4e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6088798928791134288</id><published>2009-03-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:49:20.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Eleven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3404676369_fec259328a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3404676369_fec259328a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 : 52. -  After seeing an episode on Oprah with tips and recipes from the Star Chef's I decided to try a few of them for myself. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.oprah.com/recipe/food/recipesappetizers/20090227-tows-curtis-baked-nachos"&gt;Baked Nachos&lt;/a&gt; was one of them I thought the husband would like. I was also excited about the usage of Cilantro. Seeing as how my photo looks nothing like what it's &amp;quot;suppose&amp;quot; to look like I must have done something wrong. Especially since it was not tasty at all, either, and the husband isn't a fun. Guess you can't win them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6088798928791134288?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6088798928791134288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6088798928791134288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6088798928791134288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6088798928791134288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-eleven.html' title='Week Eleven.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3404676369_fec259328a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-7400827941677108032</id><published>2009-03-12T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:21:03.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Ten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3349467873_1c2d34f97a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 380px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3349467873_1c2d34f97a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 : 52. - Since I have finished The Pillars of the Earth I have been wanting to find another book to read so I decided to head to Barnes and Nobles and find one. I ended up buying two because I couldn't decide which I liked better. One by Henry James and the other by George Eliot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-7400827941677108032?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7400827941677108032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=7400827941677108032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7400827941677108032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7400827941677108032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-ten.html' title='Week Ten.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3349467873_1c2d34f97a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1370194575345576610</id><published>2009-03-05T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:33:53.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Nine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3349455587_cc111c7231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 380px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3349455587_cc111c7231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 : 52. - Taken on a whim after I dropped off my wedding ring to have my wedding band and engagement ring put together. I'm not sure if you can tell in the photo that it's missing but I sure could and felt naked it without in on my finger. I have only taken it off a handful of times in the past three years that we have been together. We also painted our bedroom and made a accent wall of Italian Olive so I'm going to have a lot of fun using this wall in portraits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1370194575345576610?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1370194575345576610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1370194575345576610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1370194575345576610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1370194575345576610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-nine.html' title='Week Nine.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3349455587_cc111c7231_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5038252161021270113</id><published>2009-02-26T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:47:38.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Eight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3315481954_5264b6d360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3315481954_5264b6d360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 : 52. - I ended up meeting my parents, and brother, for lunch on my Mom's 48th Birthday. We had a quick delicious lunch and Mom opened this present I bought for her. A card, of course, that made her teary eyed and a book. Not that she doesn't have enough books but I figured she could use just one more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5038252161021270113?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5038252161021270113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5038252161021270113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5038252161021270113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5038252161021270113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-eight.html' title='Week Eight.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3315481954_5264b6d360_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-445049128150203176</id><published>2009-02-19T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:23:58.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Seven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/3307522809_db3a1d80df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/3307522809_db3a1d80df.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 : 52. - In 2007 I decided to cut my hair well above my shoulders and have been trying to grow it out ever since. Don't get me wrong I loved my hair short but I've always had long hair. Since before my wedding, in October 2008, I have not gotten a hair cut except for a trim of my bangs. Each time I get my hair cut it's cut off too short and I'm left unhappy. As soon as it gets the length I want it to be, or a bit longer, then I will be able to snip off the split ends. It's taken a while to grow it out again but it's been worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-445049128150203176?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/445049128150203176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=445049128150203176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/445049128150203176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/445049128150203176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-seven.html' title='Week Seven.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/3307522809_db3a1d80df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4550865593045655862</id><published>2009-02-12T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:46:03.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Six.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3293515240_b275e7114a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 377px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3293515240_b275e7114a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 : 52. - We used the timer to take a photo of us, obviously, and took about twenty minutes before I actually liked one. This one. We spent the day together and it was lovely. I think the photo speaks for its self, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4550865593045655862?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4550865593045655862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4550865593045655862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4550865593045655862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4550865593045655862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-six.html' title='Week Six.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3293515240_b275e7114a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1047399735800152121</id><published>2009-02-05T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:35:39.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/3264807683_de6194949b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/3264807683_de6194949b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 : 52. - Mom got these for us to use when we take our lunches to work. I originally had asked for a Bento type lunch boxes but these are great, too. I made a Steak Salad with Feta Cheese and Cucumbers. It was seven in the morning when I made this so I didn't even think to separate the Cucumbers and Feta Cheese but luckily it didn't turn out mushy. And to my surprise this was a pretty tasty, filling, lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1047399735800152121?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1047399735800152121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1047399735800152121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1047399735800152121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1047399735800152121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-four.html' title='Week Four.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/3264807683_de6194949b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1316872392162026338</id><published>2009-01-29T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:06:22.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3237180176_a09ceb1d2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3237180176_a09ceb1d2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 : 52. - My eight month old puppy, Bella, has now out grown her very first collar I bought her. She was giving a new, larger, collar for Christmas and will probably use it all the way into her adulthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1316872392162026338?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1316872392162026338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1316872392162026338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1316872392162026338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1316872392162026338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-three.html' title='Week Three.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3237180176_a09ceb1d2b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4188273181159342686</id><published>2009-01-26T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:29:43.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary. Celebration. Family.'/><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we made the trek up to Kansas to spend time with Mr. V's extended family. Also his Grandparents were celebrating their 60th Wedding Anniversary and they invited us to celebrate along with them. Saturday morning we woke up at the crack of dawn so that we could make it in time to drop off Bella at my Aunt's house. Anytime that Bella has to ride in the car it's always an event and of course this time was no different. We ended up stopping in the freezing cold to take care of a sick puppy, poor thing, and then realized we had left our coats at home and had to backtrack to the house and get them. We finally made it to my Aunt's house and let Bella and Zeke, their dog, get acquainted. After we saw that they would have no problem getting along we tried to coax Bella into her crate since my Aunt was leaving as well to go car shopping. Of course she was being timid and shy and would not come near her crate or the pepporoni my Aunt tried to lure her in with. So I picked her up, spoiled brat, and felt her claws did into my skin. While trying to put her into her crate her claws scrapped across my skin leaving two long red marks. Her nails need to be cut badly but no one will cut them for us because she causes such a ruckus about it. Anyway, we say our goodbye's and leave for Mr. V's house but decide that we want breakfast first and make a stop at Denny's. After warming up and our bellies were full we ventured out into the cold again to his Mom's house. Apparently his Mom stayed up until six in the morning finishing her Mom and Dad's scrapbook of their lives/kids/wedding, etc. so she was not fully awake when we arrived but happy to see us none the less. Since Mr. V's little sister was not able to make the trip with us, she had other plans, we waited for her friends to arrive and then piled into the car and headed towards Kansas. Thank goodness I brought my book with me or I would have been extremely bored. We ended up stopping at Taco Mayo for lunch, a tradition with his family when driving to Kansas, and had a Choco Taco. Which is a taco like shell, think ice cream cone shell, with Vanilla ice cream on the inside with fudge and chocolate on the outside, probably sounds disgusting but it was rather tasty. The weather report we had read the night before said it was snowing then and we were hoping to see some remaining snow but I guess it all melted before we got there. And I don't think I will ever complain about it being cold here again since the temperature the entire weekend was in the 20's and below along with freezing wind. We ended up staying with Mr. V's Aunt and Uncle is their gorgeous brand new home. It smelt like cinnamon when we first walked in and we immediately called dibs on the basement bedroom. I'm pretty sure their basement is as big as our entire house. I hope that when Mr. V and I are older that we can have a beautiful home like theirs. We ordered pizza and sat around catching up and waiting for his Grandparents to arrive. Of course as soon as his Grandma gets there she just has to sit on the couch by me and asks how the beautiful bride is doing. Do you see now why I love his family so much? After dinner we sat around and talked some more mostly about his Grandparents and their lives and how they meet. They both have had such a fascinating life that I really enjoyed hearing about everything they had to say. After a while the conversation died down and the grandparents left and everyone seemed to be exhausted. We headed our separate ways into each of our bedrooms and I'm pretty sure as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we all met, all the "kids" and grandparents, for brunch and had a lovely time together. Mr. V's Uncle, the doctor, ended up having his desert brought out to him before his meal, a "Blondie", which I have never seen someone do before. We ate and talked and laughed and Mr. V and I split a dessert which was decadent and delicious. After brunch we headed over to the reception hall to set up for their Anniversary Party. The decorations included photos from when the couple was younger and little tidbits on their lives as well as their wedding license and a small book from the wedding its self. There were also two bride and groom bears, a ballon with "Happy Anniversary" on it, a lovely white lace Guestbook. Mr. V's Aunt brought a beautiful vanilla sheet cake with white frosting and light purple flowers and hearts to serve to the guests. The first guests started to arrive and the Grandparents had still not made it to their own party. I suppose that's where Mr. V gets his lack of promptness that he blames on me from time to time. I was amazed at the turnout, at least fifty people showed up, and how many gifts and cards there were. Seeing them together you can still see the sparks in their eyes and the undying love that they have for one another it was truly inspiring. After things had died down we took photos of the family and the Grandkids that came plus me. We tided the place up, helped carry gifts to their car, and said our goodbyes. After grabbing our luggage we started our trek home minus one. Mr. V's younger brother decided to fly home with his Uncle instead of riding with us back. You see his Uncle is a Pastor and a friend of his flew him into Kansas and home as a personal favor. Fancy, eh? This time the trip felt like it took much longer then the ride to Kansas but that might be because I was unable to read my book, because I don't have a book light, and past time quickly. Although I did have Mr. V's Zune to keep me somewhat entertained with episodes of 30 Rock and The Office. We ended up making it into town around 11:00 that evening, I fell asleep for about a hour in the backseat, and we headed straight to my Aunt's to pick up Bella. Around one in the morning we arrived to our house, finally, only to get six hours of sleep and be up bright and early for work the next morning. It was nice being able to see his family and celebrate with his Grandparents, but it sure made for a tiring weekend, but hopefully next time we visit we will not be in such a time crunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4188273181159342686?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4188273181159342686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4188273181159342686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4188273181159342686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4188273181159342686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5334315191076711617</id><published>2009-01-22T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:57:56.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3236319653_16212d0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3236319653_16212d0368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 : 52. - Temperatures dropped below freezing the night before and combined with freezing rain and sleet we had a nice little ice storm for a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5334315191076711617?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5334315191076711617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5334315191076711617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5334315191076711617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5334315191076711617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-two.html' title='Week Two.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3236319653_16212d0368_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-953715660345041045</id><published>2009-01-15T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:39:08.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52 Weeks.'/><title type='text'>Week One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3217262356_2ae3b3aabd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3217262356_2ae3b3aabd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : 52.  - Pillars of the Earth is not the type of book I would normally read but there is just something about it that is fascinating. I read almost every night and there are times when I'm falling asleep but still trying to read because I want to finish just one more chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-953715660345041045?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/953715660345041045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=953715660345041045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/953715660345041045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/953715660345041045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-one.html' title='Week One.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3217262356_2ae3b3aabd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2720949897925866425</id><published>2009-01-14T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:17:34.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Six. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3510/3199064585_c31a6aa9c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3510/3199064585_c31a6aa9c9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Six. - Letting Go. &lt;/b&gt; - Apparently 2008 was a leap year hence the reason I'm uploading just one more. Although this shoot was fun, Mr. V helped me, it did not turn out the way I planned it at all. Since I'm finished with my Project 365 for this year I wanted to do a picture of me running through the finish line so to speak. And since it's winter of course I'd be running in sweats and long sleeves. I also wanted to have 'Project 365' on my back in Pink and Blue, since I upload on Flickr, but I couldn't figure out how to do that either so it didn't happen. So, here, I am with this shot and I feel like it's not as good as it could of been since this is the end of my Project I wanted to go out with a bang. I think the title "Letting Go" is perfect for the pose of this photo. But what am I letting go of? Project 365? 2008? Worry/Stress? 2008 as an amazing year for me, I got married, bought a house, got a brand new car, and a adorable little puppy. 2009 has some big shoes to fill but I am excited to see where this year brings me. As far as Project 365 goes I'm not sure if I want to start it up again since we are in two weeks to the new year, but I might. Of course I'll always be taking photos and finding ways to improve my skills. Maybe that will be the goal of my new Project when I start one. I know that throughout the year it started to get really hard trying to come up with creative, new, things to take photos of but I somehow managed to pull it off. I really enjoyed this and I'm proud of a lot of my photos and glad that I had people actually looking at my photos. So here's to Project 365 and 2008, only time will tell what happens next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2720949897925866425?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2720949897925866425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2720949897925866425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2720949897925866425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2720949897925866425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-sixty-six-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Six. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3510/3199064585_c31a6aa9c9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5701920917099372231</id><published>2009-01-13T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:02:46.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Guy Thing. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Five. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3199059175_46f333ae70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3199059175_46f333ae70.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Five. - Шляпа. &lt;/b&gt; - In Russian that means "Hat". When Mr. V was about thirteen or fourteen he travled to Russia with his youth group. I got to see all the photos he took while he was there and all the money and coins he brought back with him. He also brought back this Military Style hat back with him and a number of pins that he stuck on the hat. Even though I have no idea what any of it says it was really interesting to be able to see what thinks look like over there. One of these days I would love to be able to have the chance to travel and who knows maybe we will be able to go to Russia and he can show me around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5701920917099372231?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5701920917099372231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5701920917099372231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5701920917099372231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5701920917099372231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-sixty-five-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Five. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3199059175_46f333ae70_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1656581966459714779</id><published>2009-01-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:52:42.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>If I only had a brain..</title><content type='html'>Then I would have known that I'm not on Days Two Hundred but that I'm on Days Three Hundred. I apologize for anyone who has been reading for the past couple of weeks, I'm sure you have been confused. I feel a bit silly but I am blaming it on the Holidays, Stress and lack of sleep. Yep, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. I've now edited all the entries so that they are in order. I'm glad I caught it considering today is my 365th day and tomorrow will be my last day of this Project. I'm not sure how I feel about starting a new Project two weeks into a New Year so we will see if I start it again or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to clear up the confusion and bring light to my mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1656581966459714779?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1656581966459714779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1656581966459714779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1656581966459714779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1656581966459714779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-only-had-brain.html' title='If I only had a brain..'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-3059117944652658655</id><published>2009-01-12T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:55:50.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Four. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/3199048717_dd6cf7cb41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/3199048717_dd6cf7cb41.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Four. - A Boy's Thoughts. &lt;/B&gt; - From the visit with Mr. V's Mom he brought home two containers full of things from his childhood that we will now be storing at our home. This is Mr. V's journal from when he was a little boy. Is hand writing has not improved over the years and I had trouble reading most of what he wrote. It was fun to read the few pages that he wrote and know what he was like as a kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-3059117944652658655?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3059117944652658655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=3059117944652658655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3059117944652658655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3059117944652658655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-sixty-four-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Four. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/3199048717_dd6cf7cb41_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-3245541648642685907</id><published>2009-01-11T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:51:10.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Three. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/3199885534_499a855736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/3199885534_499a855736.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Three. - Beautiful Country. &lt;/b&gt; - Mr. V and I visted his Uncle's church this Sunday to see the family since we haven't been down there in a while and haven't seen his Uncle since the wedding. I also got to meet a lot of people that Mr. V grew up with and they were all so friendly and nice. After the church service ended we went to lunch with his Mom, sister and brother and then headed over to their house. I ended up falling asleep and stayed asleep the entire time we were there, about a hour and a half. After that we started to head home and I was going to take a shot of the river as we passed by because it has these huge trees poking out of the water but we ended up taking a wrong turn and found ourselves back at the freeway. Instead of just going home we found a dirt road and I stopped to snap a few photos before we made our way home. It was an adventure and I think the shot turned out pretty good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-3245541648642685907?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3245541648642685907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=3245541648642685907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3245541648642685907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3245541648642685907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-sixty-three-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Three. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/3199885534_499a855736_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1044893707258443909</id><published>2009-01-10T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:55:46.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Two. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3199026931_1bc07ab449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3199026931_1bc07ab449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Two. - Three Month Wedding Anniversary. &lt;/B&gt; - I promise this looked, and tasted, a lot better IRL then it does in photos. For our three months I decided to make Mr. V some grilled chicken with bacon bits on top and used bqq sauce on top of it all. I also make some broccoli and carrots since those are his favorite vegetables. We actually cooked dinner together while listening to Barry White and Margivn Gaye, romantic! I also ended up baking some Chocolate Mousse Brownies for desert that turned out to be delicious! This truly surpassed any of our previous anniversaries, not to say they weren't amazing in there own way, because I did something from the heart instead of having to find the perfect gift in-store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1044893707258443909?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1044893707258443909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1044893707258443909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1044893707258443909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1044893707258443909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-sixty-two-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Two. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3199026931_1bc07ab449_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8172160794334974292</id><published>2009-01-09T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:38:53.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-One. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3198999385_6073cf0bdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3198999385_6073cf0bdf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-One. - Writing Sample. &lt;/b&gt; - On Flickr I was tagged by Jaclyn Michele to do a writing sample. Even though I've always hated my hand writing I thought it would be a fun thing to do. As you can see I had no pretty crayons or colored pencils, or even pens, but I did my best with my handy black pen. And I would say I did this quickly and only once but that is not the case. I used at least four pieces of paper and finally settled on this, wasteful I know, because to me my handwriting just isn't that pretty. And girls are suppose to have nice handwriting, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8172160794334974292?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8172160794334974292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8172160794334974292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8172160794334974292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8172160794334974292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-sixty-one-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-One. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3198999385_6073cf0bdf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-3552731801741962274</id><published>2009-01-08T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:34:56.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Guy Thing. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3199814696_bed96d45ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3199814696_bed96d45ae.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty. - Big Boy Toy. &lt;/B&gt; - While we were waiting for my car to get it's oil changed we walked over to the motorcycle shop since it was a beautiful, sunny, day. Mr. V had a bike before we got together and on the week we had met he had sold it, actually, and ever since the I've heard him saying that he wants another bike. For me, I think bike's are dangerous and I would never ride on the back of one. I'm not a dare devil like that. Some would even call me too catious. I do love the way bikes look and sound, though, I just don't feel safe while riding one. I'm sure, eventually, Mr. V will find his dream bike and I will have to be a good, supportive, wife and let him make the big purchase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-3552731801741962274?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3552731801741962274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=3552731801741962274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3552731801741962274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3552731801741962274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-sixty-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3199814696_bed96d45ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4534690626871916714</id><published>2009-01-07T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:28:23.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Nine. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3423/3178883500_654d69fa6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3423/3178883500_654d69fa6f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Nine. - I hear the train a comin'. &lt;/b&gt; - I was telling Mr. V that it's a shame that we live so close to a train track but I've never gotten a photo of the train. So on my way home from work I heard the train whistle blowing and decided to snap a photo of the train. At a stoplight I rolled down my window and had the perfect opprotunity to catch the train just as it was taking off. I'm not sure, though, if the photo is too dark to actually tell what it is a photo of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4534690626871916714?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4534690626871916714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4534690626871916714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4534690626871916714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4534690626871916714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-fifty-nine-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Nine. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3423/3178883500_654d69fa6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5388983959183740047</id><published>2009-01-06T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:25:19.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Eight. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3178871642_b8c41902b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3178871642_b8c41902b9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Eight. - Hidden Sunset. &lt;/B&gt; - This was taken right after I got out of work in the parking lot across from our building. There's no real reason why or story about my day that goes along with this photo just me wanting to catch a glimpse of sun. Winter has drained my spirits and I long for the day where I can go outside and walk my dog without having three layers on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5388983959183740047?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5388983959183740047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5388983959183740047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5388983959183740047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5388983959183740047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-fifty-eight-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Eight. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3178871642_b8c41902b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-676528855772238986</id><published>2009-01-05T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:21:20.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Guy Thing. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Seven. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3178025715_143f88d43c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3178025715_143f88d43c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Seven. - Coffee Maker. &lt;/B&gt; - Recently Mr. V has had some huge Coffee cravings and asked for a Coffee Maker for Christmas. I've never been a huge fan of Coffee except for when I was younger and my Memaw made it but then it had a lot of sugar and milk in it, haha. I've also kicked the caffeine but I think even if I was still drinking things with caffiene that I wouldn't be a coffee fan. Anyway, this is our new coffee maker that Mr. V's Mom got him for Christmas! He loves it and makes coffee every morning so that's all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-676528855772238986?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/676528855772238986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=676528855772238986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/676528855772238986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/676528855772238986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-fifty-seven-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Seven. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3178025715_143f88d43c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4215987658195714102</id><published>2009-01-04T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:05:21.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365. Our Home.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Six. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3178854678_1f17b3b0cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3178854678_1f17b3b0cf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixty-Five. - Coordinating Colors. &lt;/b&gt; - My Mother has taken it upon herself to buy decorations for our Guest Bathroom, no complaints here! The towels were given, as a Bridal Shower Gift, to us from a good friend of ours and I just love the colors. Since we were in desperate need of a new shower curtain, the ex-roomate left his but it was black and pretty smelly, Mom bought us one for Christmas. It doesn't exactly match the towels, or the other green decorations I have, but it blends together very nicely. The true color of the shower curtain wasn't picked up by my camera but you get the idea, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4215987658195714102?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4215987658195714102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4215987658195714102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4215987658195714102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4215987658195714102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-fifty-six-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Six. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3178854678_1f17b3b0cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-659031456542845698</id><published>2009-01-03T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:01:40.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Guy Thing. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Five. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3178008091_3893a42725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3178008091_3893a42725.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Five. - Outdoor Airplane. &lt;/B&gt; - Recently we visted some friends of Mr. V, a young married couple, and the husband has a huge Airplane hobby. So, of course, this got Mr. V thinking that he wanted a Airplane too. He already has a Helicopter that he can fly inside but now he wants a Airplane. Well, luckily, his Dad gave him Gift Cards and he was able to purchase his very first Airplane. Now let's see if this weather and windy will let him fly it if not he will have to wait until Spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-659031456542845698?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/659031456542845698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=659031456542845698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/659031456542845698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/659031456542845698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-hundred-fifty-five-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Five. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3178008091_3893a42725_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-703495978736342439</id><published>2009-01-02T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:00:16.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty - Four. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3178831084_7b51b394e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3178831084_7b51b394e6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Four. - Planning Ahead. &lt;/B&gt; - Yet again on the search for Mario Kart and I saw all the Valentines Day stuff out. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that it's being plastered every where not even a week into the new year. The cookie cutter lips and hearts are really cute, though, and I'll probably have to snag a few things for this years Valentines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-703495978736342439?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/703495978736342439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=703495978736342439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/703495978736342439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/703495978736342439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two-hundred-fifty-four-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty - Four. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3178831084_7b51b394e6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1078911276130049896</id><published>2009-01-01T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:00:50.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Three. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/3178814858_b7532fc761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/3178814858_b7532fc761.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Three. - Out in the Country. &lt;/B&gt; - I've been wanting a video game, Mario Kart, and if you know me then you know that in its self is a big deal because I dislike most video games. Anyway, we had been looking around at various Wal-Marts close to us and found one about fifteen minutes away in Azle. After driving down the back roads to get there we found out that they were all sold out which was really a bummer. I wanted to get a picture of the water tower and ended up with this. I think it was too dark to actually see and it looks blurry because of the wind. I also should have cropped out the cars in the parking lot but I was lazy. It was interesting out in the little city to say the least, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1078911276130049896?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1078911276130049896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1078911276130049896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1078911276130049896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1078911276130049896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two-hundred-fifty-three-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Three. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/3178814858_b7532fc761_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2449756801277899762</id><published>2008-12-31T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:01:07.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Two. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3177964185_ddedc0e64d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3177964185_ddedc0e64d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Two. - Mimosas. &lt;/B&gt; - Being the procrastinators that we are we stopped by Wal-Mart and bought some cheap Champagne and Orange Juice for me to drink on this New Years Eve. Last year we actually went to the liquor store and bought some decent Champange but I suppose it tastes all the same, right? Anyway, after getting our drinks we headed over to some friends of ours to bring in the New Year. They got married last year, I believe, and have an adorable six month old baby girl. We spent the night eating junk food, drinking and playing Guitar Hero. A very relaxed, fun, way to start our New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2449756801277899762?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2449756801277899762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2449756801277899762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2449756801277899762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2449756801277899762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-fifty-two-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-Two. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3177964185_ddedc0e64d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8947100744831487770</id><published>2008-12-30T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:01:24.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-One. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3152029425_74f84171ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3152029425_74f84171ea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-One. - Perfect Pair. &lt;/B&gt; - We recieved this card, a bit late, from Mr. V's Dad and Step-Mother. I had not expected a card since we did not get one last year and I am even more surprised that the card is absolutely adorable. &lt;i&gt; Great Son. Sweet "daughter". Perfect Pair. &lt;/I&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8947100744831487770?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8947100744831487770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8947100744831487770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8947100744831487770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8947100744831487770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-fifty-one-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty-One. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3152029425_74f84171ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4182255679646671185</id><published>2008-12-29T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:01:49.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3152007917_e874f079c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3152007917_e874f079c5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty. - Brand New Bag. &lt;/b&gt; - Mom let me borrow her bag that I had eyed while we were visitng and I just got around to switching from my Black and White D&amp;G to this. This bag is a lot easier to find things in but it's alot better then my bag before. One of these days I will find a bag that I love and have no complaints with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4182255679646671185?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4182255679646671185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4182255679646671185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4182255679646671185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4182255679646671185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-fifty-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifty. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3152007917_e874f079c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4604686465391545942</id><published>2008-12-28T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:02:21.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Nine. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3152834960_0bf84897e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 473px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3152834960_0bf84897e7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Nine. - My Christmas Gift. &lt;/B&gt; - Mr. V finally assembled my Christmas Gift which is obviously a vanity chair. When building our home I made a special point to have them put in a place where I could have a vanity and sit and do my make-up and hair. I've always thought of them as fancy and just had to have one so I'm really excited about this. Now I'll actually have a place to sit instead of on the counter or on the bathroom floor. Thanks hubby, your so thoughtful.&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4604686465391545942?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4604686465391545942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4604686465391545942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4604686465391545942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4604686465391545942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-nine-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Nine. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3152834960_0bf84897e7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1914574121865377900</id><published>2008-12-27T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:24:40.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Eight. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/3151985733_011e84d205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/3151985733_011e84d205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Eight. - Good 'Ol Jack. &lt;/B&gt; - Jack, 1554, Miller Lite, Wii Sports, Friends, Pork Chops, Mashed Potatoes. Was a fun night, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1914574121865377900?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1914574121865377900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1914574121865377900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1914574121865377900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1914574121865377900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-three-hundred-forty-eight-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Eight. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/3151985733_011e84d205_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1932980990872873296</id><published>2008-12-26T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:25:57.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Seven. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3152806600_f6c4bdbc47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3152806600_f6c4bdbc47.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Seven. - Childhood Friend. &lt;/B&gt; - A friend of mine, Danielle, came in town for the Holiday's and we decided to get together Downtown for a couple of drinks. I've known Danielle since we were kids and we lost touch for a few years and then found each other again. This girl and I used to be attached at the hip. It was a nice evening out reminisicing about things we did when we were kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1932980990872873296?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1932980990872873296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1932980990872873296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1932980990872873296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1932980990872873296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-seven-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Seven. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3152806600_f6c4bdbc47_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4244981563473842362</id><published>2008-12-25T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:27:14.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Six. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/3151961973_9de69bcb98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/3151961973_9de69bcb98.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Six. - Merry Christmas! &lt;/B&gt; - While waiting on our porkchops to finish cooking we had some dessert since everyone was really hungry and tired of waiting. This Christmas Cupcakes were so delicious and such a cute idea. My Mom put these little plastic green and red rings ontop of them for decoration. We had a really great time at my parents sitting around watching television and playing with the kittens outside. The best part was when my Dad tried to sing karaoke Christmas Songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4244981563473842362?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4244981563473842362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4244981563473842362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4244981563473842362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4244981563473842362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-six-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Six. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/3151961973_9de69bcb98_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5921041091422031354</id><published>2008-12-24T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:27:36.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Five. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/3151924305_50dfc9bb43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/3151924305_50dfc9bb43.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Five. - Ready to Bake! &lt;/b&gt; - I ended up getting out of work early, at five instead of six, on Christmas Eve and rushed home to prepare my pies before Mr. V left work at six. After mixing all my ingredients together for the pie I stuck it in the oven to bake. I ended up using a pre-made graham cracker crust because that's usually what my mother-in-law uses to make with hers. I really hope that it comes out as tasty as it smells!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5921041091422031354?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5921041091422031354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5921041091422031354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5921041091422031354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5921041091422031354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-five-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Five. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/3151924305_50dfc9bb43_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8200686714033356875</id><published>2008-12-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:28:01.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-One. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/3151910571_b7088ebdaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/3151910571_b7088ebdaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-One. - Pumpkin Pie Ingredients.&lt;/B&gt; - My Mom asked me to bring a few pies for our Christmas Meal and I decided to make a Pumpkin Pie and a Cheescake. I purchased the ingredients for the pie and decide to make it the day before, we planned to Celebrate together on Christmas Day, and I really hope it turns out as yummy as everyone says it will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8200686714033356875?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8200686714033356875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8200686714033356875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8200686714033356875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8200686714033356875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-one-project-365_23.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-One. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/3151910571_b7088ebdaa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-717900372773198113</id><published>2008-12-22T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:30:13.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Three. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3152731350_1b3014679b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3152731350_1b3014679b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Three. - Giving Gifts. &lt;/b&gt; - This year I was more excited about giving gifts then actually receiving them. But of course I had to wait until the last minute and did not actually buy any of the gifts I had planned on. I wanted to buy a lot of unique, hand made, gifts but that did not happen. You see my paycheck just happened to land on the 19th, four days before Christmas, so there was no way anything that I ordered online would make it on time unless I spent a lot on the quicker shipping. Money was also an issue this Christmas and I did not have a lot to spend so each person I bought for got only one gift. I suppose it's the thought that counts, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-717900372773198113?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/717900372773198113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=717900372773198113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/717900372773198113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/717900372773198113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-three-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Three. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3152731350_1b3014679b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-701198827496508713</id><published>2008-12-21T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:30:27.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Two. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3152722654_4e69486510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3152722654_4e69486510.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Two. - Wrapping Gifts. &lt;/b&gt; - I finally decided to get out all of last years gift bags and wrapping paper and start wrapping gifts. Did I actually get anything accomplished? No. Guess I'll have to try again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-701198827496508713?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/701198827496508713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=701198827496508713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/701198827496508713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/701198827496508713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-two-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-Two. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3152722654_4e69486510_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6765930550005818911</id><published>2008-12-20T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:30:44.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-One. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/3152710552_e8298dbfe6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/3152710552_e8298dbfe6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-One. - Classy Couple. &lt;/B&gt; - I love that we are in our pajamas looking like nerds but holding wine and I classify that as Classy, haha. Anyway, instead of having a night out like we have been since Thanksgiving pratically we decided to stay home and drink the wine we bought a few weeks back and watch movies together. It was very nice to relax and around my husband without having to worry about loud music and terrible waitresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6765930550005818911?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6765930550005818911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6765930550005818911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6765930550005818911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6765930550005818911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-one-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty-One. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/3152710552_e8298dbfe6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6055336000252788989</id><published>2008-12-19T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:31:00.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3152697622_451a531fd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 371px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3152697622_451a531fd5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty. - Foggy Morning. &lt;/B&gt; - The weather has been pretty nasty lately with wind, rain and fog. As I was driving to work this morning I could hardly see in front of me and as I made my way out of our subdivision I waited until the cars passed and then snapped this photo of the field in front of me. I do love Winter but I also miss the warmth of the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6055336000252788989?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6055336000252788989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6055336000252788989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6055336000252788989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6055336000252788989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-forty-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Forty. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3152697622_451a531fd5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-7776041330521371090</id><published>2008-12-18T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:36:49.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Nine. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/3152688410_63a72e76bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/3152688410_63a72e76bf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Nine. - Christmas Cards.&lt;/B&gt; - I love getting mail that isn't bills or junk mail so when I saw these four envelopes I got pretty excited. I also love getting Christmas Cards and these are the first ones we have received this Holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-7776041330521371090?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7776041330521371090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=7776041330521371090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7776041330521371090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7776041330521371090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-nine-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Nine. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/3152688410_63a72e76bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2680969225674983116</id><published>2008-12-17T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:39:21.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Eight. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/3151843893_e32ee7a369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/3151843893_e32ee7a369.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Eight. - The Supreme Vegetable.-&lt;/B&gt; - For the first time, ever, I cooked with asparagus. It's one of the good for you food's that Mr. V actually likes, he's really picky, and I have to admit it's pretty tasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2680969225674983116?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2680969225674983116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2680969225674983116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2680969225674983116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2680969225674983116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-eight-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Eight. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/3151843893_e32ee7a369_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1323606946896664999</id><published>2008-12-16T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:09:10.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging. Weather.'/><title type='text'>Winter Is Upon Us.</title><content type='html'>Only in the Lone Star State can it go from seventy in the afternoon to freezing by the end of the night. It's true what they say "If you don't like to weather here, just wait five minutes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, this is my four hundredth blog entry - exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1323606946896664999?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1323606946896664999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1323606946896664999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1323606946896664999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1323606946896664999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-is-upon-us.html' title='Winter Is Upon Us.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-3019692984043327499</id><published>2008-12-16T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:37:20.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Seven. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/3114328965_75b50168bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/3114328965_75b50168bb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Seven. - All Bundled Up. &lt;/B&gt; - As the weather is growing colder I am dressing warmer. Scarves and sweaters are my favorite to wear during this time of the year, I only wish I had more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-3019692984043327499?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3019692984043327499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=3019692984043327499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3019692984043327499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3019692984043327499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-seven-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Seven. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/3114328965_75b50168bb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-996731529944300428</id><published>2008-12-15T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:39:58.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Six. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3128/3115149196_08cd20c7fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3128/3115149196_08cd20c7fa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Six. - Owners Manual. &lt;/B&gt; - Today I had to break out my owners manual for my car since I have no idea what the little light indicates that has been popping up recently. Apparently my tire pressure is low. I'm starting to grow tired of this car, already, because every since the wreck nothing has been the same. I suppose I'll have to get Mr. V to check my tire pressure, hopefully I didn't run over a nail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-996731529944300428?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/996731529944300428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=996731529944300428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/996731529944300428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/996731529944300428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-six-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Six. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3128/3115149196_08cd20c7fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2245885075530244757</id><published>2008-12-14T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:41:26.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bella. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Five. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/3114313235_342e81db97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/3114313235_342e81db97.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Five. - Seven Months Old. &lt;/B&gt; - My pup turned seven this month. She's getting so big, I can't believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2245885075530244757?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2245885075530244757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2245885075530244757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2245885075530244757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2245885075530244757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-five-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Five. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/3114313235_342e81db97_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6037556078702596430</id><published>2008-12-13T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:41:48.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Four. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/3115133848_6d574de8d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/3115133848_6d574de8d0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Four. - Happy Sweet Sixteen. &lt;/b&gt; - My adorable little cousin invited us to celebrate her Sweet Sixteen birthday. In every girl's life this is a special moment for them and it's suppose to be an extravagant ordeal, or at least MTV likes to think so. Anyway, we had a low key dinner with her boyfriend, Mom, Dad, Brother &amp; his girlfriend, and a couple of her friends. The restaurant was a little Italian place and it was really neat. As you can see all the walls are written all over and there are booths, with doors, in the outer walls. In the middle there is a dance floor with a piano, drums and a microphone. Many of the waiters and waitresses got up to perform while our meal was being consumed. My Aunt and Uncle bought her a real white gold Topaz ring, it was gorgeous! We had a great time and I'm so happy we got to share a huge moment in her life. PS : The look on her boyfriend's face, sitting next to her, while they are singing is priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6037556078702596430?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6037556078702596430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6037556078702596430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6037556078702596430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6037556078702596430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-four-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Four. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/3115133848_6d574de8d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2202081872741313633</id><published>2008-12-12T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:42:01.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Three. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/3114294577_2676dfe49e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 314px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/3114294577_2676dfe49e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Three. - Our Christmas Tree. &lt;/B&gt; - My parents lent us this tree last year while we were still on our apartment and while it did fine then I was really hoping to get a real tree that was a bit larger then this one. After putting it off and realizing that the real tree idea wasn't going to happen I decided we should put up our old tree so it would feel a bit more like Christmas to me. Don't get me wrong I think this tree is adorable and our ornaments are lovely but it looks too small in our new home. Eh, such is life and hopefully next year we will be able to purchase a real tree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2202081872741313633?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2202081872741313633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2202081872741313633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2202081872741313633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2202081872741313633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-three-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Three. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/3114294577_2676dfe49e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8323411373908694310</id><published>2008-12-11T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:42:17.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365. Our Home.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Two. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/3114271975_7c3b27ce4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/3114271975_7c3b27ce4d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Two. - Sun Shadow. &lt;/B&gt; - After a few days of really cold weather and the sun no where to be seen, I was delighted when I opened the blinds and saw the sun shining through. I thought the reflection of the blinds on our kitchen cabinets was really cool and decided to snap a photo of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8323411373908694310?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8323411373908694310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8323411373908694310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8323411373908694310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8323411373908694310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-two-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-Two. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/3114271975_7c3b27ce4d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8276922062921835455</id><published>2008-12-10T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:00:11.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday.'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3099775874_479d5a1eed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3099775874_479d5a1eed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8276922062921835455?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8276922062921835455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8276922062921835455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8276922062921835455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8276922062921835455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3099775874_479d5a1eed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-407007221625359009</id><published>2008-12-10T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:28:32.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas. Holidays.'/><title type='text'>My Christmas WishList. </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41SzX4%2B7q4L._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41SzX4%2B7q4L._AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[ Amazon.com ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41tRy%2BM0cEL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41tRy%2BM0cEL._AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Amazon.com - Only SEVEN bucks! ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/52737145-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/52737145-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[Forever 21. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.northamerica.lush.com/zoom/new/02835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://images.northamerica.lush.com/zoom/new/02835.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.northamerica.lush.com/zoom/new/02007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://images.northamerica.lush.com/zoom/new/02007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.northamerica.lush.com/zoom/new/02007.jpg "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://images.northamerica.lush.com/zoom/new/02007.jpg " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have no idea what I want this Christmas. I'm more excited about buying everyone else's presents. If I really had to decided I would like the Lush products because I've heard rave reviews about them. And I want Bare Minerals in Fairly Light and their Blemish Theraphy, both on Amazon.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-407007221625359009?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/407007221625359009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=407007221625359009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/407007221625359009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/407007221625359009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-wishlist.html' title='My Christmas WishList. '/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-9039417986235147064</id><published>2008-12-10T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:43:02.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-One. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/3114265599_b07e81a7f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/3114265599_b07e81a7f5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-One. - Happily Ever After. &lt;/B&gt; - This is a gift we were given while spending time with Mr. V's Mom on her birthday. The gift wasn't from here but a friend of the family and I found the book adorable! They also gave us a beautiful frame to put wedding photos, of course, in. People can be so generous and surprising at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-9039417986235147064?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9039417986235147064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=9039417986235147064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/9039417986235147064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/9039417986235147064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-one-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty-One. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/3114265599_b07e81a7f5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6009769210216436400</id><published>2008-12-09T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:43:16.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/3114256935_a3c54b7eee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/3114256935_a3c54b7eee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty. - Home Sick. &lt;/b&gt; - I ended up leaving work today due to a case of the stomach virus that has been going around these past couple of weeks. I tried to stick it out as long as I could but just continued to feel worse as the day went on. I always hate going home sick, or even early, because if the store were to get busy it would be easier if two people were there. But spending the entire day in the bathroom, while at work, wasn't my idea of a good time and I knew I'd feel more comfortable at home. Sometimes leaving work early and going home is really the best option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6009769210216436400?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6009769210216436400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6009769210216436400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6009769210216436400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6009769210216436400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-thirty-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirty. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/3114256935_a3c54b7eee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8908013499967128826</id><published>2008-12-08T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:43:30.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Nine. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/3114251059_7b2a86be0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/3114251059_7b2a86be0c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Nine. - Happy Birthday to You!&lt;/b&gt; - We met up with my mother-in-law, and sister-in-law, for her birthday. Mr. V decided to give her a red wireless mouse since she just bought a new laptop and hates the mouse pad on it. We had great conversation and delicious food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8908013499967128826?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8908013499967128826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8908013499967128826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8908013499967128826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8908013499967128826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-twenty-nine-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Nine. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/3114251059_7b2a86be0c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2914819429041468007</id><published>2008-12-07T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:37:04.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Eight. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/3098936231_67e611affe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/3098936231_67e611affe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Eight. - This Old House. &lt;/B&gt; - While driving my cousin back to her house we decided to stop by my old house. She lives out in the country and we used to live a block away from her, in the same subdivision. Now when we lived at this house it looked now where near that nice, mind you that is a mobile home, but it was in the process of being fixed up. My jaw literally dropped when I saw it because it looks nothing like I remember. I'm just so glad people are taking care of the house unlike the rest of the neighborhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2914819429041468007?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2914819429041468007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2914819429041468007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2914819429041468007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2914819429041468007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-twenty-eight-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Eight. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/3098936231_67e611affe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4827382972615100292</id><published>2008-12-06T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:29:59.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Night. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Seven. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3098929541_5e5bd6bca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3098929541_5e5bd6bca2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Seven. - The Sleepover. &lt;/B&gt; - Let me just say I haven't a sleep over since I was a kid, probably, so this was really fun for me. My cousin, who is turning sixteen on Saturday, came to keep me company while Mr. V was out of town. We had the most fun just sitting on the floor taking photos together after we did each others make-up. Yes, I know that sounds childish but I think every now and then you need one of these, a sleepover. I know I miss being a kid, sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4827382972615100292?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4827382972615100292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4827382972615100292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4827382972615100292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4827382972615100292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-twenty-seven-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Seven. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3098929541_5e5bd6bca2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4949573695129122932</id><published>2008-12-05T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:58:44.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Six. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3098923933_5f016cc2ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3098923933_5f016cc2ca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Six. - Lonely Wife. &lt;/B&gt; - Mr. V went camping with the boys and I couldn't bear to sleep alone in our bed. So, I slept on the couch all weekend. This may sound absurd but since we've been together we've slept apart maybe three times and I've never been alone in that house, overnight, so it was a little strange for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4949573695129122932?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4949573695129122932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4949573695129122932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4949573695129122932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4949573695129122932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-two-hundred-twenty-six-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Six. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3098923933_5f016cc2ca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1811626100219569113</id><published>2008-12-04T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:00:49.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bella. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Five. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/3099753294_04296be833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/3099753294_04296be833.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Five. - Puppy Love. &lt;/B&gt; - Just a shot of Mr. V and Bella before bedtime. I can't believe how big she is getting! And, yes, Mr. V does have to carry her to bed every night because she is smart now and knows that giving her a treat means crate time and refuses to even step foot in the room with her crate. Oh, what a spoiled pup I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1811626100219569113?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1811626100219569113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1811626100219569113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1811626100219569113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1811626100219569113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-three-hundred-twenty-five-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Five. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/3099753294_04296be833_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2319695689838876770</id><published>2008-12-03T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:19:58.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Four. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/3099744366_991f2e1e45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/3099744366_991f2e1e45.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Four. - Stamps of the States. &lt;/B&gt; - One of my duties of working in a office is stamping outgoing mail and I found these stamps really interesting. Each stamp had a different state on them with their flag printed on it. Pretty cool, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2319695689838876770?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2319695689838876770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2319695689838876770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2319695689838876770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2319695689838876770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-three-hundred-twenty-four-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Four. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/3099744366_991f2e1e45_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1481497756986280012</id><published>2008-12-02T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:58:17.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365. Wedding.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Three. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/3098904863_3623400e76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/3098904863_3623400e76.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Three. - Bride &amp; Groom Thank-You's.&lt;/B&gt; - Finally, almost two months after the wedding, I purchased Thank-You cards to sent out to everyone who came to the wedding. Each pay day I would tell Mr. V that we needed to purchase, and send them out, but I kept putting it off until now. Hopefully it won't be another month before I stamp and send them off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1481497756986280012?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1481497756986280012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1481497756986280012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1481497756986280012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1481497756986280012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-three-hundred-twenty-three-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Three. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/3098904863_3623400e76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2762689858980867213</id><published>2008-12-01T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:18.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Two. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3099732774_bbb3e6d3e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3099732774_bbb3e6d3e6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Two. - Let it Snow. &lt;/B&gt; - Who can pass up a sale? Not me, obviously. I got five pairs of these bad boys, in various colors, for only ten dollars. I'm sure you wondering what they are, but I'll never tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2762689858980867213?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2762689858980867213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2762689858980867213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2762689858980867213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2762689858980867213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-three-hundred-twenty-two-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-Two. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3099732774_bbb3e6d3e6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-209840254819560410</id><published>2008-11-30T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:09:47.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-One. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/3099727528_11ffd2a9ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/3099727528_11ffd2a9ce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-One. - Christmas Decor. &lt;/B&gt; - We ventured out into the cold to look for Christmas Cards and ended up having no luck, strange right? Maybe I'm just too picky. Anyway, I found this adorable little Santa to hang on our front door. And I stood in line for a good thirty minutes just to purchase him, gotta love the Christmas Crowds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-209840254819560410?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/209840254819560410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=209840254819560410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/209840254819560410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/209840254819560410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-twenty-one-project.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty-One. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/3099727528_11ffd2a9ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-9005932309255699881</id><published>2008-11-29T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:06:57.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365. Puppy.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3099719654_60ee7aaae2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3099719654_60ee7aaae2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty. - Dog Run. &lt;/B&gt; - Since our precious little pup loves to chew on the outside of our house we decided to make her a little dog run so she can still have the back yard but not all of it, until she can learn not to chew up things. Mr. V and my Brother-In-Law spent all afternoon putting this together for her. Don't worry, she has a huge dog house that she will be able to keep warm in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-9005932309255699881?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9005932309255699881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=9005932309255699881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/9005932309255699881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/9005932309255699881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-twenty-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twenty. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3099719654_60ee7aaae2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8506081155916917346</id><published>2008-11-28T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:22:12.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Nineteen. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/3069512192_3479e01e58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/3069512192_3479e01e58.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Nineteen. - Turkey Leftovers. &lt;/B&gt; - Another truly wonderful thing about Thanksgiving is all the left over food. Since we had a twenty-one pound turkey and only seven people for dinner we have quite a bit left over. Now I have to find some tasty recipes to make with all this turkey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8506081155916917346?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8506081155916917346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8506081155916917346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8506081155916917346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8506081155916917346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-nineteen-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Nineteen. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/3069512192_3479e01e58_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6817113251045637425</id><published>2008-11-27T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:19:40.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Eighteen. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3069506498_97c639204d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3069506498_97c639204d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Eighteen. - Our Thanksgiving Dinner. &lt;/b&gt; - The "K" family and the "V" family, minus one "V" sibling, got together to celebrate Thanksgiving at our home. I decided that since we have a beautiful house now that we were going to host Thanksgiving. And while I had a great time cooking and entertaining I will admit it was a lot of hard work and by nine that evening I was already falling asleep on the couch. I'm so happy that our families were able to spend time together, and with us, on this Holiday. I'm also happy that my very first Turkey turned out quite tasty. I have so many reason to be Thankful and I am truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6817113251045637425?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6817113251045637425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6817113251045637425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6817113251045637425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6817113251045637425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-eighteen-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Eighteen. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3069506498_97c639204d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-7075790481981576166</id><published>2008-11-26T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:14:49.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Seventeen. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3069497872_8cefc79230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3069497872_8cefc79230.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Seventeen. - The Eve of Thanksgiving. &lt;/b&gt; - My parents, and brother, drove up the day before Thanksgiving and didn't end up getting to our place until around eight in the evening. My brother showed up first since my parents had to stop and run and errand, and made a wrong turn. I still can't get over the fact that in seven short months my little brother will be twenty one. The kids are all grown up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-7075790481981576166?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7075790481981576166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=7075790481981576166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7075790481981576166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7075790481981576166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-seventeen-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Seventeen. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3069497872_8cefc79230_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2702187423197796486</id><published>2008-11-25T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:06:57.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixteen. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3068655013_766f013703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3068655013_766f013703.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixteen. - Feeling Festive.&lt;/b&gt; - My place of employment decided to put up their Christmas Tree a bit early but I do have to admit that it looks very pretty and does make me very excited for Christmas and putting up, and decorating, my tree at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2702187423197796486?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2702187423197796486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2702187423197796486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2702187423197796486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2702187423197796486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-sixteen-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Sixteen. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3068655013_766f013703_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-4311762617704895198</id><published>2008-11-24T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:04:39.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifteen. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/3069486908_33781809bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/3069486908_33781809bf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifteen. - Peanut Butter Cookies. &lt;/B&gt; - I sent Mr. V to the grocery store with a pretty long list that included Peanut Butter Cookies for the upcoming Holiday. What I did not specify is that I wanted to bake them myself and have our house smell of fresh baked cookies. I probably should have done home made cookies but I wasn't able to find a recipe in time. Anyway, he brought home these store made cookies and I couldn't help but chuckle. Oh, don't worry, I eventually got to bake my cookies just like I had planned all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-4311762617704895198?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4311762617704895198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=4311762617704895198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4311762617704895198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/4311762617704895198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-fifteen-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fifteen. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/3069486908_33781809bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1921764019917658088</id><published>2008-11-23T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:01:08.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bella. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Fourteen. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/3068642471_768f2cafd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 420px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/3068642471_768f2cafd1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Fourteen. - First Vet Visit. &lt;/B&gt; - Let me just say that this was a pretty stressful day. First of all my adorable little girl does not like the car at all, and mind you I had a head ache from the previous night, and continued to bar in her kennel while we drove a half an hour to the Vet. Finally we reach our destination only to find out that she has vomited all over the crate and her leash. Luckily we had a spare leash so we take her inside and patiently wait to see her doctor. And boy was she smelly! We went to see how much she weighed and I had to hold her onto the scale but it's somewhere between 27-30 pounds. She met her doctor and really seemed to like him and had no problem getting her temperature taken or being examined by the doctor. What she did not like was her shots and getting her nails cut. Finally the doctor had to bring her back into the room with us to give her the last set of her shots. One nail was clipped and then she escaped and ran around the clinic like a mad pup. Needless to say they didn't try to clip any others and sent us on our way. Hopefully next time things will go a bit more smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1921764019917658088?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1921764019917658088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1921764019917658088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1921764019917658088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1921764019917658088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-fourteen-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Fourteen. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/3068642471_768f2cafd1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2995766774735698142</id><published>2008-11-22T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:54:33.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Night. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirteen. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3068630921_9beaba4071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3068630921_9beaba4071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirteen. - Comedy Club. &lt;/B&gt; - The girls invited me to a little evening out to the comedy club and then bar hopping afterwards. Although Mr. V was not invited, hence the girls night, he told me to have fun and that he was perfectly content stay home. I was a little nervous to go without him but I had a great time with the girls and I'm really glad we went. Maybe next time he will be able to tag along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2995766774735698142?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2995766774735698142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2995766774735698142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2995766774735698142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2995766774735698142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-thirteen-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Thirteen. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3068630921_9beaba4071_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-3943686963759590022</id><published>2008-11-21T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:50:55.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Twelve. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/3069458424_441ccc5f39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/3069458424_441ccc5f39.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Twelve. - Movie Rentals. &lt;/B&gt; - It's been a long time since we have rented from Blockbuster. We decided to stop by and see what they had on their shelves and it just so happened that we found these two, amazing, movies. Mr. V is a huge fan of John Cusack so we just had to rent that one. And I found Chaos Theory interesting by the cover and the description of the movie. Both movies were amazing and I recommend anyone to see them. Just remember to take your movies back on time, we don't want any late fees now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-3943686963759590022?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3943686963759590022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=3943686963759590022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3943686963759590022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/3943686963759590022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-twelve-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Twelve. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/3069458424_441ccc5f39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2882820347147930433</id><published>2008-11-20T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:24:41.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Eleven. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/3046703002_6d5dd6c4af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/3046703002_6d5dd6c4af.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Eleven. - Fall Leaves. &lt;/B&gt; - I really wanted to capture the beautiful colors of the leaves for the changing season but in our neighborhood we don't have any huge trees yet, since the houses were just built and trees planted, so I just took one of our tiny tree in the front yard. I can't wait until the tree grows bigger and full of leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; 55 more days.&amp;hearts;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2882820347147930433?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2882820347147930433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2882820347147930433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2882820347147930433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2882820347147930433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-eleven-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Eleven. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/3046703002_6d5dd6c4af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-7855170031113184915</id><published>2008-11-19T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:21:05.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Ten. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3045861985_282c7cee3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3045861985_282c7cee3e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Ten. - Fisherman's Stew. &lt;/B&gt; - I've been noticing that since the weather has gotten colder I've been making a lot of stews and this is one of them. I'm sure it doesn't look appetizing in this photo but I was really surprised how good it actually tasted! I'll have to post the recipe another day, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-7855170031113184915?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7855170031113184915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=7855170031113184915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7855170031113184915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/7855170031113184915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-ten-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Ten. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3045861985_282c7cee3e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1735311674070787933</id><published>2008-11-18T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:15:28.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gifts. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Nine. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/3045851757_2f37d8d03d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/3045851757_2f37d8d03d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Nine. - Broken Dinnerware. &lt;/B&gt; - This is the soup/cereal bowl that has bent sent to us broken, twice, and now we are waiting for JcPenny to send us a new one. Hopefully this time it will be in one piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1735311674070787933?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1735311674070787933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1735311674070787933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1735311674070787933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1735311674070787933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-nine-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Nine. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/3045851757_2f37d8d03d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6216574665364775709</id><published>2008-11-18T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:32:31.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor. Mr. V.'/><title type='text'>Ready for the day before it had begun.</title><content type='html'>I wake up to see the bathroom light on and Mr. V standing at his night stand with his phone in his hand sratching his head. I then look at my phone to find out that it's only four in the morning and tell him to turn off the light and then roll over to try and get back to sleep, all the while our dog is barking, but instead he wants to have a conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Mr. V&lt;/b&gt; - When I looked at my phone before it said 8am and now it says 4am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me&lt;/B&gt; - Just get back in bed and go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Mr. V&lt;/B&gt; - I took a shower and brushed my teeth thinking it was time to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I then start laughing. &lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Mr. V&lt;/B&gt; - It's not funny I was mad at you because you weren't getting up and it was already 8am. And I was mad at my phone because my alarm didn't go off. I was also wondering why the sun wasn't up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; At this point I'm awake and cracking up. &lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; - Let's just go back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; He finally gets back in bed with wet hair. &lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Mr. V&lt;/b&gt; - Now I'm not even tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;He wants to have a conversation now. &lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again he would say " I feel so stupid". I tried not to laugh but it was pretty hilarious. I've had dreams about being late to work but I've never gotten ready at 4am, I guess he was eager to work today.&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6216574665364775709?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6216574665364775709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6216574665364775709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6216574665364775709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6216574665364775709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/ready-for-day-before-it-had-begun.html' title='Ready for the day before it had begun.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8787339282874062363</id><published>2008-11-17T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:11:54.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365. Sweet Things.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Eight. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3046679462_c9b5f9ed85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3046679462_c9b5f9ed85.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Eight. - Bubble Bath. &lt;/B&gt; - I would have taken this shot with a flash but I thought it made the water look strange so instead I get grainy non-flash photos. Anyway, I had a terrible headache all day that was seriously making my head pound and feel like it was going to explode. No, I was not hung over either. My stomach was also hurting all day and I was just in pain all around. After I got home and ate dinner Mr. V drew me a bath to see if it would help. I think this is the third time I've taken a bath in our new tub and I'm not gonna lie, it needs to happen more often, it was pretty relaxing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8787339282874062363?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8787339282874062363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8787339282874062363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8787339282874062363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8787339282874062363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-eight-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Eight. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3046679462_c9b5f9ed85_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5687939678061634820</id><published>2008-11-16T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:17:25.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Seven. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3045839769_994ff30ff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3045839769_994ff30ff1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Seven. - Clothes Shopping. &lt;/B&gt; - We dropped by JcPenny to exchange a broken piece of dinnerware, for the second time, and ended up using our gift cards to buy a new outfit for the each of us. Since I only have one pair of slacks that actually fit me I was going to try to find a pair, in black, to be able to wear. Well apparently I'm just too damn short to find a pair that actually fits me in length and width, so I just ended up buying a skirt and a cute sweater. Mr. V ended up finding a really nice white button down shirt, most of his shirts are dark brown/black, and a black and white sweater to go over the shirt. He looks so handsome! I guess you could say it's a early Christmas present to ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5687939678061634820?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5687939678061634820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5687939678061634820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5687939678061634820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5687939678061634820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-seven-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Seven. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3045839769_994ff30ff1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8380440031951573251</id><published>2008-11-15T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:18:32.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bella. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Six. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/3045822219_8a66ba77a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 301px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/3045822219_8a66ba77a7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Six. - Six Months Old. &lt;/B&gt; - Looking at photos of when Bella was just a tiny pup makes me wish we had another one. But when she throws her temper tantrums it makes me glad that the puppy stage is half way over, I think. I really need to get her trained soon, too. Anyway, she's gotten so big that she can stand all the way up to the middle of my back. I can't imagine how big she is going to be when she is full grown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8380440031951573251?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8380440031951573251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8380440031951573251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8380440031951573251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8380440031951573251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-six-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Six. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/3045822219_8a66ba77a7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-2485423421989408518</id><published>2008-11-14T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:14:41.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Five. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/3046649236_4865aebcba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/3046649236_4865aebcba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Five. - Christmas Party. &lt;/B&gt; - Each year our company hosts a Christmas party for all our employees. Last year I was unable to attend since Mr. V had to work and am looking forward to attending this years party. I threw together a little flyer for everyone to sign if they were attending. I really wish we had a color printer because the snow men would have come out so cute but such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-2485423421989408518?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2485423421989408518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=2485423421989408518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2485423421989408518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/2485423421989408518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-five-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Five. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/3046649236_4865aebcba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-6050083158766047095</id><published>2008-11-13T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:40:06.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Causes. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Four. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/3027923638_7f3e6a4208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 463px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/3027923638_7f3e6a4208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Four. - To Write Love On Her Arms. &lt;/B&gt; - This is for my Grandpa and Uncle and their memory. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.twloha.com/"&gt;TWLOHA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Supporting the tour that is happening throughout November. If you don't know what this means then I suggest you click the link and find out because it's amazing what this group has become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-6050083158766047095?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6050083158766047095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=6050083158766047095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6050083158766047095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/6050083158766047095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-four-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Four. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/3027923638_7f3e6a4208_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-1354271035764530655</id><published>2008-11-12T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:48.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday.'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/3027157355_e22ef874bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 345px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/3027157355_e22ef874bf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;Wordless Wendesday.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-1354271035764530655?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1354271035764530655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=1354271035764530655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1354271035764530655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/1354271035764530655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/3027157355_e22ef874bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8909887622863851923</id><published>2008-11-12T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:50.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; Three. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3027916906_f255c56ee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3027916906_f255c56ee2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; Three. - Just Waiting. &lt;/B&gt; - A photo of me waiting for our Manager to arrive at work. Nothing special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8909887622863851923?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8909887622863851923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8909887622863851923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8909887622863851923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8909887622863851923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-three-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; Three. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3027916906_f255c56ee2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-8237330237540065645</id><published>2008-11-10T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:33:50.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred &amp; One. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3027901670_41bed59b43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3027901670_41bed59b43.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred &amp; One. - Blurry Night.&lt;/B&gt; - Since it had been raining all day and evening I was going to try and catch the rain as it was falling while outside watching. After a number of shots I, dissapointingly, gave up knowing that I wouldn't be able to capture what I wanted. So, this is my awful attempt at capturing rain drops, you can seem a little stream of rain falling off the edge of the roof if you look close enough. Fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-8237330237540065645?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8237330237540065645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=8237330237540065645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8237330237540065645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/8237330237540065645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-one-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred &amp; One. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3027901670_41bed59b43_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-9016788853822360867</id><published>2008-11-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:30:02.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary. Marriage.'/><title type='text'>One Month Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>Today marks the one month anniversary of our marriage. Yes, that's right, we've already been married a month. Seems just like yesterday I was walking down the aisle. Tonight I plan to make Mr. V his favorite meal, Baked Steak Burritos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to many more months celebrating our marriage, Mr. V. I love you, Honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-9016788853822360867?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9016788853822360867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=9016788853822360867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/9016788853822360867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/9016788853822360867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-month-anniversary.html' title='One Month Anniversary.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664013997372216383.post-5586283617419556228</id><published>2008-11-09T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:30:01.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday. Project 365.'/><title type='text'>Day Three Hundred. - Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3027056667_4c2ba9eb15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 351px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3027056667_4c2ba9eb15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; Day Three Hundred. - Birthday Girl. &lt;/B&gt; Tonight we attended my friend, Sara's, birthday party. These are the gifts her room mates bought her. She's a huge fan of the Cowboys, and Romo, so it's only fitting that she have a plaque of him. The night was filled with good conversation, laughter and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664013997372216383-5586283617419556228?l=his-last-kiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5586283617419556228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664013997372216383&amp;postID=5586283617419556228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5586283617419556228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664013997372216383/posts/default/5586283617419556228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-last-kiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-three-hundred-project-365.html' title='Day Three Hundred. - Project 365.'/><author><name>Mrs. V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16714146450950809560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTfb-65uftY/S0F8cblnTNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tN1kRT2FaUk/S220/SelfPortraits12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3027056667_4c2ba9eb15_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
