<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083</id><updated>2009-10-14T00:33:43.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L's Lair</title><subtitle type='html'>"Say what you need to say."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-7919558580294664590</id><published>2008-12-19T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:50:07.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping back in the pool by takin' it easy</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in forEVer (thank you VERY much, Facebook and Twitter! You stole my soul!) so I thought this would be an easy way to put my foot back in the pool. A little Christmas "meme":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOVE the way cool wrapping paper with various danglys and doo-dads looks. Must admit though, I'm not above recycling a cute gift bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew up with artificial trees (poor Dad had severe allergies) so having a live tree now seems SO exotic to me. I loooove the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up putting it up on the day after Thanksgiving. But ideally? I'm fine with putting it up when I get back from a relaxing December cruise.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;David &amp;amp; I started the tradition of taking it down on New Year's Day. We do it slowly &amp;amp; methodically while watching football. This is accompanied by the smell of black eyed peas and cornbread cooking in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory it sounds like a GREAT idea. But I never enjoy it when I take a sip. Guess I'd rather spend those calories on something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmm. My sister and I got a GREAT kitchen set. It was metal (b/c it was the 70s &amp;amp; no one knew better). It had great food painted in the fridge and freezer. LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Definitely David! Actually have a hard time narrowing my choices down for him. Like it when I can get a surprise past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9. Do You have a nativity scene?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the hand me down nativity that my family used as I was growing up. Wonder if I could hire a museum curator to do some repairs. The wise men are in DESPERATE need of plastic surgery. David and I did buy a BEAUTIFUL folk art nativity by Jim Shore this year. Maybe I'll pass IT down someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Um, gulp. Neither? I'm not very good at that. LOVE receiving them though. That's bad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I received a Clemson purse once. Was a little odd, considering I've ALWAYS been a Gamecocks fan. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is NOOOOO contest...CHRISTMAS VACATION is the greatest Christmas movie ever made. It's not truuuuly the holiday season until I see it. Even had a cocker spaniel that I named Griswold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have made it a tradition to foolishly jump into the Black Friday fray. I know, I know. Crazy. Gets my adrenaline going though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Are you kidding me?! Who hasn't! Have probably been some of my best gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother Elliott's Cheese Straws. I make them by the boat loads. The smell &amp;amp; texture will forever remind me of my Christmases growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;16. Lights on the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, LOVE the clean look of white lights. Something about it is very European. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;However, we've started using colored lights for our youngest son. They're his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;White Christmas makes me happy, cozy &amp;amp; mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;18. Travel for Christmas or stay home?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd LOVE to stay home for Christmas. Unfortunately, this has NEVER been my reality...both as a child AND adult. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably if you held a gun to my head. SURELY I've watched Rudolph enough times to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew up with a star on the tree. Until this year, we've had a beautiful, porcelain, redheaded angel on our tree. This year we bought a gorgeous new star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family always opened ONE present on Christmas Eve (probably just to shut us up!) and then Santa came on Christmas morning. Santa NEVER wrapped his gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Traffic. Traffic. Traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOVE any ornament that Christopher Radko creates. Guess I like the Old World feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Favorite Christmas dinner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like the traditional turkey and dressing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A nap. A veeeeeery good nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. -- you may notice that #7 is missing. I have no good explanation for this. It was missing when it came to me! I understand why hotels leave off the 13th floor. Don't know why it would be necessary to leave #7 off a Christmas Meme though. ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-7919558580294664590?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/7919558580294664590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=7919558580294664590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7919558580294664590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7919558580294664590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/12/jumping-back-in-pool-by-takin-it-easy.html' title='Jumping back in the pool by takin&apos; it easy'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-3486993416485564680</id><published>2008-09-09T18:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:21:23.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would love to know the story behind it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SMcE5ymvqMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fLraKeNt6YY/s1600-h/make_stuff_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SMcE5ymvqMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fLraKeNt6YY/s400/make_stuff_up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244165681979566274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a guy wearing this shirt in the grocery story today. It made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-3486993416485564680?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3486993416485564680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=3486993416485564680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3486993416485564680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3486993416485564680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/09/would-love-to-know-story-behind-it.html' title='Would love to know the story behind it!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SMcE5ymvqMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fLraKeNt6YY/s72-c/make_stuff_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-3845740661999552260</id><published>2008-08-20T05:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:55:58.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness this is only every four years!</title><content type='html'>Help! I need rest...NOW! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics have single-handedly destroyed my sleep patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion for the summer games started back in 1984. That was the magical year of the gold medal winning men's gymnastics team. I was still a teenager who had pictures from &lt;em&gt;Teen Bop&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tiger Beat&lt;/em&gt; on my walls, so it stands to reason that I would be smitten with the handsome fellas from that particular team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch Gaylord was BY FAR my fav (don't judge me!) -- so much so that I actually took pictures of him on the television screen! For real! I still have them in my scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I stayed up faithfully each night during the '84 Olympics because we didn't want to miss a single flip, jump, vault or Iron Cross. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend some time with my sister last week. One of my favorite parts of the week was settling in each evening to view the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main difference? It was Michael Phelps instead of Mitch Gaylord this time. I didn't take a single photo of the tv screen. Guess I've grown up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-3845740661999552260?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3845740661999552260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=3845740661999552260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3845740661999552260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3845740661999552260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-goodness-this-is-only-every-four.html' title='Thank goodness this is only every four years!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-3088699770399410432</id><published>2008-06-29T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:05:04.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To infinity and beyoooooond!!!</title><content type='html'>I love my home. It's my haven. It's where I feel safe, comfortable and accepted. However, like most people, I'm not allowed to just "hang out" indefinitely. I can't hide out here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of my waking hours are spent at work and church. These both play very important roles in my life. You might even say they define me. It's not unusual for someone to ask, "So...where do YOU work?" or..."And where do YOU go to church?" They're both SUCH a big part of who I am and are what get me out of the bed in the mornings. They're what FORCE me to leave this haven each day. ;-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I'm feeling a bit of a shake up in BOTH of those vital areas of my life. I find it interesting that both "change-ups" are occurring simultaneously. You know what I think? It's absolutely nooooo mistake -- THAT'S what I think! It's forcing me to dig deep. It gives me that sensation that you get juuuuuuuust as a roller coaster is pulling away from the gate and slowly gaining speed. You realize that you're commited and there's no turning back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of something HUGE. I want to be a part of something that folks are talkin' about. I want to be a part of something bigger than myself and something that will last LONG after I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm drawn to these particular verses in the Bible&lt;br /&gt;(II Corinthians 4:16-18 - &lt;em&gt;The Message&lt;/em&gt;) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of the things I CAN'T SEE. The prayer that I seem to be looping constantly in my head lately is, "Lord, help me see the big picture."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-3088699770399410432?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3088699770399410432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=3088699770399410432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3088699770399410432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3088699770399410432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-infinity-and-beyoooooond.html' title='To infinity and beyoooooond!!!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-5401280242655992917</id><published>2008-06-28T06:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:36:04.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd imagine you can file this under FRIVOLOUS</title><content type='html'>I've spoken before about my &lt;a href="http://ellebell.blogspot.com/search?q=salad+spinner"&gt;loveslashhate relationship with Rachael Ray&lt;/a&gt;. I watch her show daily BUT complain about her voice the ENTIRE time I'm watching! She cooks some great meals. Always has a wide variety of guests. Does some fashion-y stuff (which you KNOW I lurve!) and, best of all, Colby from &lt;em&gt;Survivor&lt;/em&gt; is a regular correspondent/contributor to the show. (I'm a total sucker for Colby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you've ever watched her show you're familiar with the infamous &lt;strong&gt;garbage bowl&lt;/strong&gt; that she keeps on her counter at all times. She doesn't believe in making multiple trips to the trash can during food prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the marketing genius that she OBVIOUSLY is, you can purchase a replica of her &lt;strong&gt;garbage bowl&lt;/strong&gt;. I know, right?! What FOOL would purchase such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...guilty. (*insert sheepish grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, it was on sale yesterday! How could I resist!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I COULDA just continued to keep a grocery store bag nearby to hold my vegetable peelings. But it wouldn't be NEARLY as cute and sassy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SGYgIOMaYyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HkwZ1qvjdHo/s1600-h/garbage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216892543976497954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SGYgIOMaYyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HkwZ1qvjdHo/s400/garbage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-5401280242655992917?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5401280242655992917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=5401280242655992917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/5401280242655992917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/5401280242655992917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/06/id-imagine-you-can-file-this-under.html' title='I&apos;d imagine you can file this under FRIVOLOUS'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SGYgIOMaYyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HkwZ1qvjdHo/s72-c/garbage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-4465322352300401211</id><published>2008-06-27T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:23:36.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can PRETTY MUCH set your watch by it</title><content type='html'>I'm lucky enough to have a job that uses flexible hours during the summer months. It is possible to get all of your hours in during four days and THEN have Friday off. Isn't that GREAT?! (I think more businesses should do this. Except, of course, the places where I SHOP on my Fridays off. I very much want THEM to stay open!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a schedule on these days of leisure. I rarely veer from it. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Wake up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...because I'm excited that I have the day off and I can't sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Hit the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...because it eases a little guilt from the days that I DIDN'T hit the gym prior to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Go to Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...and praaaaay that I don't run into anyone I know who will have to see me sweaty and with no make-up. It's a chance I'm willing to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Go to Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...because, duuuuhhhh, that's where they keep the BOOKS! I usually check out waaaay too many 14-day books and get a condescending look from the librarian that says, "I'm sooooo sure that you're going to read alllllll of these in two weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Eat a grilled chicken salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Zaxby's is my fav!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Wash down grilled chicken salad with cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...to get taste of grilled chicken salad out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Take a brief nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...because, have you NOT been paying attention? I just had an exasperating morning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Fold a load of clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...to make myself feel (if only for a brief fleeting moment) like I'm very domestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Get myself presentable for a fun Friday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...I love having a date with my hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Pretty relaxing, huh? Sometimes I get WILD and throw in a bubble bath or hair appointment. :-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it's my mini-vacation each week and I sooooo look forward to it! I realize that I'm VERY lucky to have this day of &lt;em&gt;me time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-4465322352300401211?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/4465322352300401211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=4465322352300401211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/4465322352300401211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/4465322352300401211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-can-pretty-much-set-your-watch-by.html' title='You can PRETTY MUCH set your watch by it'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-8975281767949501306</id><published>2008-05-28T18:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:03:57.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are a Few of My Fav-Oh-Rit Thiiiiiiiiings...</title><content type='html'>As far as I'm concerned, it doesn't get any better than THIS! A perfect marriage of TWO of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SD3kt0OAl5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/To465Bn1RZ8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SD3kt0OAl5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/To465Bn1RZ8/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205568220072810386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-8975281767949501306?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/8975281767949501306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=8975281767949501306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/8975281767949501306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/8975281767949501306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-are-few-of-my-fav-oh-rit.html' title='These Are a Few of My Fav-Oh-Rit Thiiiiiiiiings...'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SD3kt0OAl5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/To465Bn1RZ8/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-7216220640473309024</id><published>2008-05-22T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:09:46.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With Cinderella</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to get the Chapman family out of my thoughts this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts and heart breaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUk5SZ18WhY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUk5SZ18WhY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-7216220640473309024?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/7216220640473309024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=7216220640473309024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7216220640473309024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7216220640473309024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/05/dancing-with-cinderella.html' title='Dancing With Cinderella'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-1047921838875144197</id><published>2008-05-15T18:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:25:16.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which I Flat Out Break One of The Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SCzFLLSPPaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3i2jNBG1Nd0/s1600-h/shoes_blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200748465504599458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SCzFLLSPPaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3i2jNBG1Nd0/s400/shoes_blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I shouldn't...but I'm lusting after these shoes. They're to DIE for! They're Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Louboutins&lt;/span&gt; and cost, like, seven hundred bucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better bet that if I ever luck up and come across them in the clearance section at Target I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BUYIN&lt;/span&gt;' 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You best believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-1047921838875144197?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/1047921838875144197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=1047921838875144197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/1047921838875144197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/1047921838875144197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-which-i-flat-out-break-one-of-ten.html' title='In Which I Flat Out Break One of The Ten Commandments'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SCzFLLSPPaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3i2jNBG1Nd0/s72-c/shoes_blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-5083160465771609566</id><published>2008-05-02T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:58:24.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SBu3jRh9FwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ukCx8JrMEe4/s1600-h/bite.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195948411731121922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SBu3jRh9FwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ukCx8JrMEe4/s400/bite.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this blog is usually full of silly, mindless ramblings. However, I've had this issue on my mind SO strongly all week -- just had to share. Take a second to check it out if you'd like. "Bite Back" is a GREAT campaign by &lt;em&gt;Compassion International&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten bucks, folks. That's all it takes to save a life. Sobering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://biteback.net/bed-nets.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://biteback.net/bed-nets.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-5083160465771609566?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5083160465771609566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=5083160465771609566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/5083160465771609566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/5083160465771609566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-realize-that-this-blog-is-usually.html' title=''/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/SBu3jRh9FwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ukCx8JrMEe4/s72-c/bite.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-6773440874669356383</id><published>2008-03-31T07:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:41:59.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suppose I Would Have Prefeeeerrrrrred Matt Lauer</title><content type='html'>As I plopped into my seat at my gate at the Atlanta airport yesterday morning (on my way to Providence, RI) I was relieved to not have to schlep my briefcase anymore. Then, I looked in the seat beside me and had that "Hmmmm. Don't I know you?" feeling toward the distinguished man sitting to my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. It hit me! HEY! That's Harry Smith from CBS! Cool! I was on the phone with David and he said, "Introduce yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. I'm waaaaay too cool for THAT! ;-] I continued to remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was actually MUCH more handsome and distinguished than he appears on the CBS Early Show. Luckily, he spent most of his time on his Blackberry, so I had plenty of time to stare and confirm that he WAS Harry Smith. He even went all old school and broke out a tiny, yellow legal pad and wrote down notes. I was very tempted to sneak a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up and walked to get something to eat and asked us all if we would watch his briefcase and backpack. (I guess we all looked honest and trustworthy???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made very pleasant small talk with all of us. "Is it ALWAYS this cold in Atlanta? This is CRAZY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. The announcement was made that his flight to Meridian, MS had been cancelled. He handled it in stride but had to stop eating his lunch. He said, "Ah man. You've GOT to be kidding me! This messes me up. BIG time. How close is Jackson to Meridian?" We all told him that it would be about an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why a national news anchor would be heading to charming little Meridian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made SURE to watch &lt;em&gt;The Early Show &lt;/em&gt;this morning (even though I'm more of a &lt;em&gt;Today &lt;/em&gt;Show kinda gal) and THERE he was...calmly strolling and chatting with John McCain. Wow. He didn't looked frazzled at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's able to unceremoniously eat a stale, airport kiosk, ham and cheese sandwich AND re-book his own flight...oh, aaaaaaand casually interview a presidential candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why they pay him the big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R_DV_gRJAiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6kNGDTWkzjc/s1600-h/image525499x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R_DV_gRJAiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6kNGDTWkzjc/s400/image525499x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183878458073743906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-6773440874669356383?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/6773440874669356383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=6773440874669356383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/6773440874669356383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/6773440874669356383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-suppose-i-would-have-prefeeeerrrrrred.html' title='I Suppose I Would Have Prefeeeerrrrrred Matt Lauer'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R_DV_gRJAiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6kNGDTWkzjc/s72-c/image525499x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-7333558488992116429</id><published>2008-03-31T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T06:35:30.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Eat Her With a Spoon!!!</title><content type='html'>To make you smile on a Monday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR4PQ30VkBk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR4PQ30VkBk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-7333558488992116429?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/7333558488992116429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=7333558488992116429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7333558488992116429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7333558488992116429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-could-eat-her-with-spoon.html' title='I Could Eat Her With a Spoon!!!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-2010026628861906963</id><published>2008-03-07T07:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:21:03.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Be Happy to Babysit for The King's Grandkids Though</title><content type='html'>When I'm in the checkout line at the grocery store and the cashier says, "HEY! You know who you look like?!" I can usually predict a list of about five people that it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is &lt;strong&gt;Lisa Marie Presley&lt;/strong&gt;. (Sometimes, it's Priscilla Presley but I PRAY they mean before her overly ambitious plastic surgeries. Know WHEN to say WHEN, baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R9Eya8SFD8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/VrqClNSMdso/s1600-h/lmpresley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R9Eya8SFD8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/VrqClNSMdso/s400/lmpresley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174972885265354690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Lisa Marie Presley and I are almost the EXACT same age. Her birthday is the first day of February and mine is the last day of February. Therefore, we both just turned 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was announced today that she's having a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I am NOT having a baby for my 40th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case any of you were wondering. ;-]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-2010026628861906963?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/2010026628861906963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=2010026628861906963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/2010026628861906963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/2010026628861906963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/03/id-be-happy-to-babysit-for-kings.html' title='I&apos;d Be Happy to Babysit for The King&apos;s Grandkids Though'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R9Eya8SFD8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/VrqClNSMdso/s72-c/lmpresley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-3523610882304457788</id><published>2008-03-04T20:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:37:33.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does ONE Building Hold THAT Much Sugar?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R834N42vxFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zV-Kp3g9FMc/s1600-h/diner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174064464402564178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R834N42vxFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zV-Kp3g9FMc/s400/diner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself in Sacramento, CA (and face it, who won't?!) RUUUUUN (don't walk) to &lt;a href="http://www.ricksdessertdiner.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rick's Dessert Diner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You WON'T regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great, hole-in-the-wall, old style 50s dinner that literally ONLY serves desserts. They have been open since 1986 and seem to do QUITE a business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it would be totally fair to &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; call it a bakery. It seems to be so much MORE than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I went last Friday night after hitting a movie. As we stood in a long line, it was overwhelming to realize that we'd eventually have to narrow down our choices. There was plenty of time to drool over the myriad of sweetness in the glass cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David chose a piece of chocolate peanut butter cake that was bigger than his head! (*Ahem* I love my husband dearly but we ALL know that THAT'S sayin' a lot!) I settled on a piece of apple streusel pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la mode, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R834VY2vxGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WE2BA-p25AE/s1600-h/ricks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174064593251583074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R834VY2vxGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WE2BA-p25AE/s400/ricks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-3523610882304457788?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3523610882304457788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=3523610882304457788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3523610882304457788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3523610882304457788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-does-one-building-hold-that-much.html' title='How Does ONE Building Hold THAT Much Sugar?!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R834N42vxFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zV-Kp3g9FMc/s72-c/diner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-6514603906100845862</id><published>2008-02-29T01:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:41:03.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Mid-life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R8eoNhQwfpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9ykIfeJcCL4/s1600-h/jitcrunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R8eoNhQwfpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9ykIfeJcCL4/s400/jitcrunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172287647278726802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those milestone birthdays for me. I suppose I should have approached it with fear and dread...but I didn't. I've actually really looked forward to it for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, as I got dressed to hit the town and celebrate tonight, Oprah was on the TV in the background. The timing of her topic was impeccable. The show was "The Age of Miracles: The New Mid-life" and featured several different women who have embraced this era of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "mid-life" used to sound daunting to me. It sounded, well, &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I crossed this threshold today, I realize how far I've come in the past decade. I have a few fine lines on my face that probably weren't there just 10 years ago. However, I also have knowledge and experience that I KNOW I didn't have at 30. In my book, that's worth some fine lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my 40s. I honestly am. I'm more comfortable in my skin than I've ever been and I don't feel the need to apologize for &lt;em&gt;being me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-6514603906100845862?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/6514603906100845862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=6514603906100845862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/6514603906100845862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/6514603906100845862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-mid-life.html' title='The New Mid-life'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R8eoNhQwfpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9ykIfeJcCL4/s72-c/jitcrunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-423513032965054621</id><published>2008-02-23T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:32:01.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Didn't Someone TEEELLLLLL Me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R8DI406ZpLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lToZbFKOI2A/s1600-h/ACL3210raconteurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R8DI406ZpLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lToZbFKOI2A/s400/ACL3210raconteurs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170353250823152818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Austin, Texas right now -- incredible city -- but that's not my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever watch &lt;em&gt;Austin City Limits&lt;/em&gt; on Saturday nights? Yeah, me too. Hard to flip past it because they always feature the coolest artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo, these many decades, I've assumed that it was recorded on some beautiful hillside just outside the city, overlooking the beautiful state capitol building. I've always imagined that the gentle Texas winds were blowing through the musicians' hair as they performed for an earthy, bohemian crowd OUTDOORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?! It's a sham! The whole thing is filmed in a studio on the campus of UT. The backrop is JUST that...a backdrop. I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd wanna know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-423513032965054621?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/423513032965054621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=423513032965054621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/423513032965054621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/423513032965054621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-didnt-someone-teeellllll-me.html' title='Why Didn&apos;t Someone TEEELLLLLL Me?!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R8DI406ZpLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lToZbFKOI2A/s72-c/ACL3210raconteurs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-3960964846094843791</id><published>2008-02-20T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:16:01.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who KNEW That Canines Had Such Good Penmanship?!</title><content type='html'>My Valentine's Day card from Bama this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7zQBU6ZpJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Y3_F5Oc0BD0/s1600-h/card_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7zQBU6ZpJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Y3_F5Oc0BD0/s400/card_front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169235193526592658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7zQW06ZpKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2yBJAVvDWMk/s1600-h/100_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7zQW06ZpKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2yBJAVvDWMk/s400/100_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169235562893780130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's SUCH a thoughtful pup -- especially considering he's only three years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-3960964846094843791?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3960964846094843791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=3960964846094843791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3960964846094843791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3960964846094843791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-knew-that-canines-had-such-good.html' title='Who KNEW That Canines Had Such Good Penmanship?!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7zQBU6ZpJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Y3_F5Oc0BD0/s72-c/card_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-5060511457649291298</id><published>2008-02-19T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:43:50.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Entitled "My Husband Has Too Much Time On His Hands"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7uh2U6ZpII/AAAAAAAAAGI/L_sg-hf3uGs/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7uh2U6ZpII/AAAAAAAAAGI/L_sg-hf3uGs/s400/jack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168902952036443266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-5060511457649291298?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/5060511457649291298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=5060511457649291298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/5060511457649291298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/5060511457649291298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/simply-entitled-my-husband-has-too-much.html' title='Simply Entitled &quot;My Husband Has Too Much Time On His Hands&quot;'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7uh2U6ZpII/AAAAAAAAAGI/L_sg-hf3uGs/s72-c/jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-2723739973040479282</id><published>2008-02-12T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:02:40.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Mama Say, Mama Sa, Mama Mu Sa...'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7I_vGnkPKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-ohzJ0Bof-Y/s1600-h/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166261801010347170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7I_vGnkPKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-ohzJ0Bof-Y/s320/mj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, but today is the 25th anniversary of the release of Michael Jackson's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. To this day, it's STILL the biggest selling album EVER. (104 million copies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the very first album (cassette tape, actually) that I was "allowed" to buy. I cherished it. I can still see the infamous poster on my wall now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the video for the song &lt;em&gt;Thriller&lt;/em&gt; came out, I was obsessed. My sister and I tried not to miss it. MTV would run the 14-minute "mini-movie" twice an hour. There had never been anything like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all agree that Jacko has gone off the deep end through the years. There's still no denying that this legendary recording contained some excellent tunes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TRIVIA: Did you know that the song &lt;em&gt;Thriller&lt;/em&gt; was originally titled &lt;em&gt;Starlight&lt;/em&gt;? Somehow...it wouldn't have packed the same punch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-2723739973040479282?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/2723739973040479282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=2723739973040479282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/2723739973040479282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/2723739973040479282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/mama-say-mama-sa-mama-mu-sa.html' title='&apos;Mama Say, Mama Sa, Mama Mu Sa...&apos;'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R7I_vGnkPKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-ohzJ0Bof-Y/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-7719440329304138230</id><published>2008-02-11T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:10:34.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Me?! Or is Tina Turner a Freak of Nature?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yep! Last night was one of my favorite nights of the year. (Also known as THE GRAMMY'S!) Once again, they didn't disappoint. The hits just KEPT on coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite performances of the night? Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Morris Day and The Time WITH Rihanna? Fabulous! Never woulda come up with that pairing. But it SO worked. ("OH-ee-OH-ee-OH" meets "Ella, ella, ella") Their performance took me back to 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Beatles/Cirque du Soleil number was AWESOME! And did you seeeee that chick's arms? Aerialism has been very, very good to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loved, loved, LOVED Kanye's Tron-esque performance. VERY cool. And the tribute to his Mama? Ugh. Yes. I cried.  He is so talented. And humble. Um, I mean, talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can I just say...Fergie-Ferg is incredible. She's more than proven that she's the real deal and I'd put her chops up against any of the other divas of the day. (She looked classy too. Didn't ya think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Theeeeeeeen. THEN came the ultimate Proud Mary duet performance. Beyonce AND Tina Turner! Incredible. I don't know WHAT's in the water where Miss Turner lives but I'd PAY for a bottle of it. She looked amazing. Sixty-eight years old?! For REAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Foo Fighters ROCKED. Plain and simple. The Pretender is one of my favorite songs ANYway. But I thoroughly enjoyed the drama that the live orchestra added to the performance. Dave Grohl is SUCH a good front man. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh my. Aretha AND Bebe Winans?! Excellent. That whole gospelrama number brought the house down. They had CHURCH up in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well whadda ya know. Amy Winehouse DID actually get to perform. I was nervous that it wouldn't happen. Love her. Hope she can get her act together because I want to hear music from her for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Josh Groban AND Andrea Bocelli on the same stage?! AND singing The Prayer? Wow. That was almost too much tenor beautifulness for me to behold. They sounded like angels. Manly angels. I propose they go on the road together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great evening. Was worth staying up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-7719440329304138230?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/7719440329304138230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=7719440329304138230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7719440329304138230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7719440329304138230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-me-or-is-tina-turner-freak-of.html' title='Is it Me?! Or is Tina Turner a Freak of Nature?!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-8256181311998033932</id><published>2008-02-06T06:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:42:22.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe He's Saving a Seat For Molly Ringwald?</title><content type='html'>As a child of the 80s, I was particularly proud when Noah chose THIS as his outfit for "Decades Day" during Spirit Week at his middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6mbbAQHGNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WEyX5LYGNEo/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163829335983331538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6mbbAQHGNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WEyX5LYGNEo/s400/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although his baby face isn't &lt;em&gt;quiiiiiiite &lt;/em&gt;capable of pulling off the infamous Judd Nelson sneer from &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0088847/"&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/a&gt;, I still think he looks pretty cool. As long as he stays out of Saturday detention... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6mcqQQHGOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jorr2hXkhU4/s1600-h/VM._SY400_SX600_"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6mcqQQHGOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Jorr2hXkhU4/s400/VM._SY400_SX600_" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163830697487964386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-8256181311998033932?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/8256181311998033932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=8256181311998033932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/8256181311998033932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/8256181311998033932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-hes-saving-seat-for-molly.html' title='Maybe He&apos;s Saving a Seat For Molly Ringwald?'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6mbbAQHGNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WEyX5LYGNEo/s72-c/breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-1035444960831839647</id><published>2008-02-05T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:05:00.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Would They Say "Two Thumbs Up" in Ireland?</title><content type='html'>This is the time of year that I like to keep up with the Sundance Film Festival. It's my dream to actually attend someday. I realize that the experience is probably HIGHLY overrated. Ten foot snow banks aaaaaand having to park four miles from the action would probably make for some uncomfortable times. But the snow bunny outfits?! How precious would I be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I have it over-glamorized in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I always make a point to pay attention to which movies get the infamous Sundance buzz IN Utah. There are always a couple of indie gems that seem to rise to the top during the festival (I believe they call those winners). I make a mental note of those films, because I want to be able to see them when they FINALLY come out a year later (to us common folk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the movies that got accolades at the '07 festival was a charming little Irish musical called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/find?s=all&amp;amp;q=once"&gt;Once&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know. Sounds odd. It's NOT. It's not thaaaaat kind of musical. They don't just spontaneously break out into song...like a Disney flick. It's much more subtle than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. This is a GREAT movie. One of the best I've seen in ages. We loved it. Was one of those films that sticks with you for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the soundtrack?!! OHMYWORD. Love it! Had to rush home from the movie and download it from iTunes ASAP. Now THAT is the sign of a good soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out on DVD at Christmas and David made SURE that it was in my stocking. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out when ya get a chance. Hang in there. For the first 10 minutes you might be tempted to give up on the THICK Irish brogue. However, before you know it, you'll somehow be mesmerized and you'll suddenly understand every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6hPEgQHGMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m_pUH-rbK3g/s1600-h/once.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163463911575853250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6hPEgQHGMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m_pUH-rbK3g/s400/once.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-1035444960831839647?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/1035444960831839647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=1035444960831839647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/1035444960831839647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/1035444960831839647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-would-they-say-two-thumbs-up-in.html' title='How Would They Say &quot;Two Thumbs Up&quot; in Ireland?'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6hPEgQHGMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m_pUH-rbK3g/s72-c/once.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-7394803890203520470</id><published>2008-02-04T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:09:17.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pile O' Goodness</title><content type='html'>Although we live in a charming bungalow from the 1920's, my biggest regret is that it did not come complete with built-in bookshelves. Somehow, to me, that's the true sign of a house with character. (Well, THAT, and my plaster walls. Their cracks don't bother me at all. I choose to think of it as a Tuscany look that some designers would spend hours to re-create.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sad, rickety little bookshelf is overflowing. I pray each day that the thin glass shelves can make it through another day and hold up under the pressure of the weight. To be honest, I don't even think it was MEANT to hold books. I think it was probably designed to hold some sweet little old lady's collection of salt and pepper shakers. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, there is a pile of books overflowing on to the floor beside the shelf. My husband curses it EVERY time he stubs his toe on it. It is the bane of his existence! He sees it as clutter. TOOOOOTAL clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother me?!! Heck no! I look at that "mess" and see a beautiful pile of knowledge and adventures. Some of the books I've already read...while others are just WAITING to be cracked open! Either way, they're a thing of beauty in MY eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm. I have a birthday comin' up. A sturdy bookshelf would be the PERFECT nerdly gift! *hint hint* (Just seein' if my husband reads my blog.) ;-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6b94AQHGLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B1iEvz67qiY/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163093161408927922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6b94AQHGLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B1iEvz67qiY/s400/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sidenote: I'm actually quite grateful that my camera phone takes HORRIBLY blurry pictures. Thiiiiiiis way, you can't "judge me" by my selection of books.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-7394803890203520470?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/7394803890203520470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=7394803890203520470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7394803890203520470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7394803890203520470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2008/02/pile-o-goodness.html' title='Pile O&apos; Goodness'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R6b94AQHGLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B1iEvz67qiY/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-3202886566032760344</id><published>2007-12-27T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:35:58.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I'm getting stuff done around the house today, I'm blasting my new fav album from my iPod. If you haven't checked her out yet, take a listen to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chrisette Michele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. DIGGIN' her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's R&amp;amp;B...sort of in the vein of Alica Keys and Jill Scott...with an old school touch in her voice. Very unique and soulful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R3QMVtwLshI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eKvGLkNSRU4/s1600-h/michele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148753841189794322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R3QMVtwLshI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eKvGLkNSRU4/s400/michele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-3202886566032760344?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/3202886566032760344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=3202886566032760344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3202886566032760344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/3202886566032760344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-im-getting-stuff-done-around-house.html' title=''/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdygrZ_kDAE/R3QMVtwLshI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eKvGLkNSRU4/s72-c/michele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31717083.post-7872604254420356335</id><published>2007-12-20T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:10:46.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS, MON!</title><content type='html'>A peek into the perfection that WAS our trip to Negril, Jamaica a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab a fruity drink, put your feet up, turn your speakers up and enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW2lNMzB5sk"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW2lNMzB5sk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31717083-7872604254420356335?l=ellebell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/feeds/7872604254420356335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31717083&amp;postID=7872604254420356335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7872604254420356335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31717083/posts/default/7872604254420356335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellebell.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-mon.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS, MON!'/><author><name>L's Lair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00964984264814234343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00070003621710046194'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>