<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:20:49.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boring Life of a Single Woman</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my Boring World of Daily Ramblings! Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>370</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8194543533214967911</id><published>2009-07-15T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:43:34.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have officially lost 24.8 lbs since I started Weight Watchers!  I'm starting to feel so much better.  Weight Watchers is truly the way to go.  It's a great plan with informative meetings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8194543533214967911?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8194543533214967911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8194543533214967911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8194543533214967911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8194543533214967911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/07/weight-watchers-update.html' title='Weight Watchers UPDATE!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2667095099885235936</id><published>2009-04-29T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:08:33.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thing 1:     I'm a BIG Girl.  I have been heavy most of my life.  I have gone on many diets-some have worked &amp;amp; some have not.  I'm realizing it's not about dieting.  It's simply a matter of a lifestyle change.  I have decided to join Weight Watchers next week.  Tuesday, May 5th will be the greatest day of my life.  I'm actually looking forward to Weight Watchers.  WW's HERE I COME!  I hope to lose 50 lbs by September.  Of course, I'm more than just 50 lbs overweight, but starting out with a reachable smaller goal always works best for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thing 2:    I want to change the title of my blog.  I'm over "The Boring Life of a Single Woman".  Do you have any suggestions on a new name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2667095099885235936?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2667095099885235936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2667095099885235936&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2667095099885235936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2667095099885235936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-things.html' title='Two Things.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1532781784965909018</id><published>2009-04-24T08:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:38:40.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Decisions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SfHAuOTUnnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sbav4S_y4jA/s1600-h/LV4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328251734501662322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SfHAuOTUnnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sbav4S_y4jA/s320/LV4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SfHAlz8lumI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DG1wJ8cZaUg/s1600-h/Tina%26I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328251589988039266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SfHAlz8lumI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DG1wJ8cZaUg/s320/Tina%26I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Should I cut the hair? I ask myself this question several times over the last few months. I love my hair both long and short. Summer is fast approaching...and I love a great, cute short summer cut. The downfall to a summer cut is that I can not longer pull it up in a ponytail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm at a point where I like my hair. If you would have asked me 2 to 3 weeks ago, I would have said I hated the stage it was at. I will admit I have beautiful hair...It's one of my amazing qualities (so very humble!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I keep thinking of growing it longer to donate it. I will need to research on which non-profit company I actually donate my hair too. Have you ever donated your hair? If so, what non-profit did you send the hair too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/19518381-1532781784965909018?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1532781784965909018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1532781784965909018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1532781784965909018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1532781784965909018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-decisions.html' title='Hair Decisions!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SfHAuOTUnnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sbav4S_y4jA/s72-c/LV4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3793686607142266803</id><published>2009-04-06T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:15:19.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas Wedding: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tina and Allen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUd-zrNNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fgrWU-T0OCY/s1600-h/LV10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321658783744341202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUd-zrNNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fgrWU-T0OCY/s320/LV10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PawPaw and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUdhEA7AI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kn6-CPfWxVI/s1600-h/LV9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321658775759809538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUdhEA7AI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kn6-CPfWxVI/s320/LV9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allen and Tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUdnRcSiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uQ7oZuSsB4s/s1600-h/LV8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321658777426741794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUdnRcSiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uQ7oZuSsB4s/s320/LV8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad and Tina walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUdV36aHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OzkqGZKb5VQ/s1600-h/LV7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321658772756260978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUdV36aHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OzkqGZKb5VQ/s320/LV7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUdJbyYrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/d94E9JkAWzA/s1600-h/LV6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321658769417069234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUdJbyYrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/d94E9JkAWzA/s320/LV6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3793686607142266803?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3793686607142266803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3793686607142266803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3793686607142266803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3793686607142266803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-vegas-wedding-part-ii.html' title='Las Vegas Wedding: Part II'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpUd-zrNNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fgrWU-T0OCY/s72-c/LV10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1792010052122018026</id><published>2009-04-06T14:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:12:58.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina's Las Vegas Wedding: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mom and Tina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqbviqFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AATZjWhhhW8/s1600-h/LV5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657898158434386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqbviqFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AATZjWhhhW8/s320/LV5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Tina and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqEWYUxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JUnlyIvJh4c/s1600-h/LV4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657891878884114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqEWYUxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JUnlyIvJh4c/s320/LV4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PawPaw and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqB9zDCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PviQNjKkBoA/s1600-h/LV3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657891238906914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqB9zDCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PviQNjKkBoA/s320/LV3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Silly Dad and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqAhf61I/AAAAAAAAAOA/C0x3SELhltY/s1600-h/LV2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657890851777362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqAhf61I/AAAAAAAAAOA/C0x3SELhltY/s320/LV2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Sweet Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTp5pV5GI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CPOKsRTe9VQ/s1600-h/LV1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657889005626466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTp5pV5GI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CPOKsRTe9VQ/s320/LV1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1792010052122018026?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1792010052122018026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1792010052122018026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1792010052122018026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1792010052122018026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/04/tinas-las-vegas-wedding-part-i.html' title='Tina&apos;s Las Vegas Wedding: Part I'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SdpTqbviqFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AATZjWhhhW8/s72-c/LV5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-560908855983809924</id><published>2009-02-26T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:03:10.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The B I G 35!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Feb. 18th, I turned 35.  I have been asked several times how does it feel to be 35.  Honestly, it feels like I am really still in my 20's, only wiser, fatter, and a little better financially!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Parents and PawPaw came to Dallas to visit me for my Birthday.  They drove in on Wednesday and left on Monday morning.  We all had a really great time together.  My PawPaw and Dad were completely done with us due to the fact my Mom and I shopped until they almost dropped.  My birthday week could not have been better.  My family and friends surprised me with a wonderful dinner and fabulous gifts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My family and I went to see two movies last week.  We saw Hotel for Dogs and Madea Goes to Jail.  Hotel for Dogs was a great movie.  If you have kids, take them to see this movie.  They will love it.  Madea Goes to Jail was an amazing, heart-warming and laughable movie.  Tyler Perry is a very talented man.  He was born in New Orleans....that makes him good people.  If you LOVE Tyler Perry, then please go see Madea Goes to Jail.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-560908855983809924?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/560908855983809924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=560908855983809924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/560908855983809924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/560908855983809924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-i-g-35.html' title='The B I G 35!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-5184572577701401428</id><published>2009-02-13T09:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:48:23.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Decor Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Last year, I purchased a new comforter set right before I moved in July.  Since moving, I have completely unpacked &amp;amp; decorated all aspects of my new home with the exception of my bedroom.  In my bedroom, I still had all the old decor up that matched my old comforter.  It was all very pretty stuff, but it simply did not match.  The time came where I wanted new bedroom decor.  The hunt for new decor began about 2 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Hobby Lobby, Kirkland's, Ross, TJ Maxx, and Marshall's have been my new addiction.  Hobby Lobby and Kirkland's being my absolute favorite.  My addiction has gotten so bad that I actually can predict when what decor goes on sales at Hobby Lobby per week.  It's getting pretty scary.  The only thing I still want to complete the bedroom is wall art.  I think I found exactly what I am looking for at Hobby Lobby (of course!).  My 35th birthday is next week (WOW....turning 35 kinda freaks me out).  So, I'm waiting until next week when they are on sale for 50% off and when I get birthday money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Since my bedroom is about 95% complete, I have started shopping a little for the kitchen.  I want to add a few pieces.  I have already purchased a couple pieces, but I need a few more things to complete the new kitchen look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;What stores do you like to shop for home decor?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-5184572577701401428?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5184572577701401428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=5184572577701401428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5184572577701401428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5184572577701401428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-decor-junkie.html' title='Home Decor Junkie'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8543540146663667940</id><published>2009-01-23T14:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:38:15.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;John and I have talked as friends via the internet for about 4 years.  Two weeks ago, John called and asked if I would actually like to go to lunch.  I jumped at the chance.  I was so excited to finally meet him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;He cancelled the 1st date we had set.  He said his Mother went into the hospital.  If he was telling the truth, I completely understand.  Mothers are good people &amp;amp; should always be taken care of.  So, we rescheduled the date for yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I was not nervous or excited to meet another man off the internet.  After many dates, I have low expectations.  My thought is if we hit if off GREAT, and if not it's OKAY.  I showed up at 11:30a for lunch at a local deli.  We introduced ourselves and that was the highlight of the date.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;While waiting in line, he was talking to my chest.  I told him my eyes were not down there, but up here.  He looked un-kept/un-clean.  He was missing many teeth.  His table manners were worst than I have ever seen before in a grown man.  He had food all over his face &amp;amp; hands.  He could not even properly hold his fork.  While we were eating, he started talking to my chest again.  Again, I told him my eyes were up here &amp;amp; not down there.  After we finished eating,  he had food all over his finger nails &amp;amp; hands.  He simply shrugged his shoulders like it did not matter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The complete deal breaker was this:  He was a child from this 1st marriage.  He only sees him every other weekend, but has the option to see him more.  John simply does not want too spend more time with his child.  After I heard this, I called the date to an end &amp;amp; ran to my car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am child of divorce.  I barely remember my Mom &amp;amp; Bio-Father being together.  However, I longed for a relationship with my bio-father.  Until my Mom married my Step/Adopted Dad, I never knew what a true Dad was like.  Praise God for my Adopted Daddy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I guess the saying is true: A woman must kiss many frogs before she finds her Prince.  Thank goodness I did not kiss this frog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8543540146663667940?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8543540146663667940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8543540146663667940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8543540146663667940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8543540146663667940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/01/date.html' title='A Date.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3993720696630455162</id><published>2009-01-15T10:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:41:00.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am the proud Social Director of my Sorority this year.  We have a social event monthly.  I am hosting a Slumber Party this Saturday.  I am really looking forward to having my friends over.  We are going to eat food, drink adult beverages, play games, and watch movies!  Do you want to join us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;What are made your slumber parties memorable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3993720696630455162?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3993720696630455162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3993720696630455162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3993720696630455162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3993720696630455162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumber-party-time.html' title='Slumber Party Time!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1710184921392681965</id><published>2009-01-10T13:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:45:31.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney-Nov. 2008: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWj6Upz2ZzI/AAAAAAAAANU/BYJFdY0Py8Q/s1600-h/18800245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWj5WTpmyJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6ZRG8b9xczI/s320/18800083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289751923973867666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1710184921392681965?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1710184921392681965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1710184921392681965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1710184921392681965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1710184921392681965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/01/disney-nov-2008-part-i.html' title='Disney-Nov. 2008: Part I'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWj6Upz2ZzI/AAAAAAAAANU/BYJFdY0Py8Q/s72-c/18800245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8317319826522009081</id><published>2009-01-08T08:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:40:54.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Coffee Pot everyone should have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWYNvB5lUPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fzKEMb2mMN4/s1600-h/New+Coffe+Pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288929914008195314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWYNvB5lUPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fzKEMb2mMN4/s320/New+Coffe+Pot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hamilton Beach has invented an incredible coffee pot. The flavor of the coffee is so much richer &amp;amp; bolder in this pot than any other I have used. It's a one-hand dispensing with no carafe, no pouring and no spills. In other words, the coffee does not sit in a carafe waiting to get burned. Ladies &amp;amp; Gents, burned coffee is the worst thing. Yuk! Also, this pot has a 2 hour shut off switch. If you are anything like me, it's one of the best features on this coffee pot. Here's what you need to do: Leave immediately, drive to your nearest Target or Walmart to buy fabulous pot! Happy Coffee Drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/19518381-8317319826522009081?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8317319826522009081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8317319826522009081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8317319826522009081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8317319826522009081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/01/coffee-pot-everyone-should-have.html' title='THE Coffee Pot everyone should have.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWYNvB5lUPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fzKEMb2mMN4/s72-c/New+Coffe+Pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-711672744002800146</id><published>2009-01-08T08:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:19:27.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ has shined again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWYKgnvuC8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UZDR--DMjS8/s1600-h/1223reilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288926367934450626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWYKgnvuC8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UZDR--DMjS8/s320/1223reilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Please go to this link to read this story behind this picture:  &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espnmag/story?section=magazine&amp;amp;id=3789373"&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/espnmag/story?section=magazine&amp;amp;id=3789373&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-711672744002800146?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/711672744002800146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=711672744002800146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/711672744002800146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/711672744002800146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/01/christ-will-always-shine-mascara-alert.html' title='Christ has shined again.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SWYKgnvuC8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/UZDR--DMjS8/s72-c/1223reilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3024010692443084962</id><published>2009-01-07T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:10:17.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 4 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;For the past 4 days, I have had dinner at my friend, Karla's house.  The food has been good.  The company was so wonderful.  Wii Bowling has been great!  I want a Wii now just to play bowling at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla &amp;amp; Kenny have 4 small kids and 1 teenager.  Karla was blessed with 2 sets of twins.  Kirsten &amp;amp; Kaden are 6.  Abigail and Allison are 3.  Stephanie will be 16 next month.  Sweet Sixteen..WOW!  Their home is absolutely filled with blessed chaos constantly.  Right now, all the kids are at such an amazing stage of development.  I love watching them grow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Abigail and Allison's speech is just exploding right now.  I love having conversations with them.  Allison has even told she put me on the "naughty" list a couple of times.  I was quite impressed she actually knew I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;to be on the naughty list!  Lately, when it's time for Aunt BlueEyes to go home, Allie &amp;amp; Abby tell me they love me.  The first time I heard this my heart almost burst.    Last night, I was telling Allie Good Night &amp;amp; she said it very loud.  At that very moment, I would have done anything for that child!  Anything.  Kirsten wanted to sit by me at dinner a couple of times this week.  I silently thanked God for such an amazing child.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's a blessing from Christ that a child can love so unconditionally.  Well, until you are put back on the naughty list.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3024010692443084962?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3024010692443084962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3024010692443084962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3024010692443084962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3024010692443084962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-4-3.html' title='1 4 3'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4910305246183632222</id><published>2009-01-07T17:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:45:13.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Head Moment # 1031</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It always amazes me when I have a red head moment (and yes, it's my version of a blonde moment).  After taking the dogs outside, I tried to unlock my front door.  It simply would not unlock.  I started to get a little nervous.  Out of frustration, I looked down at my hand to see what I was actually doing.  I noticed I tried to unlock my front door with my car remote.  DUH!  No wonder it was unlocking!  Only I would do something like this.  Maybe I should just die my hair blonde....What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4910305246183632222?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4910305246183632222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4910305246183632222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4910305246183632222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4910305246183632222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-head-moment-1031.html' title='Red Head Moment # 1031'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4229251071291861898</id><published>2008-12-19T13:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:38:41.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney, Being a Sickie, Christmas ALREADY &amp; the NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My family and I went to Disney World for Thanksgiving.  It was truly a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt; trip.  I went to Epcot, Hollywood Studio's, and Magic Kingdom.  My favorite park was Magic Kingdom.  I was amazed how ALL the staff were so incredible, kind, and catered to our every need.  The time spent at Disney was wonderful.  I'm ready to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;For the last two weeks, I have been sick.  Of course, I did not go to the doctor right away...So, I've felt good one day and then the next felt horrible.  I did not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;good's&lt;/span&gt; night rest for a solid week due to my ole' lady cough! .  My friend, Karla, gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nyquil&lt;/span&gt;.  I have slept like a baby since.  I finally went to the Doctor on Wednesday.  I was diagnosed with Bronchitis.  Fun Times!  I'm feeling better, but am definitely ready for a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Today is December 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  6 Days until Christmas. I was finished my Christmas shopping last week.  It was gift cards for everyone this year (very quick and easy).  2008 has flown by so quickly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;What's your plan for New Year's Eve?  I'm working late &amp;amp; going to a friends house.  I plan to have a smashing great time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4229251071291861898?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4229251071291861898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4229251071291861898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4229251071291861898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4229251071291861898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/12/disney-being-sickie-christmas-already.html' title='Disney, Being a Sickie, Christmas ALREADY &amp; the NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1242170033554768004</id><published>2008-11-18T16:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:35:34.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the Congo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SSNAlFIP4OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GRRRxJMyOJc/s1600-h/Congo_Girls_In_The_Photo_sff_embedded_prod_affiliate_138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270126994729722082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SSNAlFIP4OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GRRRxJMyOJc/s320/Congo_Girls_In_The_Photo_sff_embedded_prod_affiliate_138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In this Nov. 6, 2008 file photo, Protegee carries her niece, Response, left, as she looks for her parents in the village Kiwanja, 90 kms north of Goma, eastern Congo. When photographed on Nov. 6, Protegee was in a crowd of thousands in the town of Kiwanja, having walked for three days by herself after being separated from her mother as they fled on foot from her town about 12 miles (20 kilometers) away. Protegee finally found her mother, Esperance Nirakagori, in Kiwanja at a makeshift refugee camp six days after they were separated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Please click on the link below for the rest of the story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081118/ap_on_re_af/congo_girls_in_the_photo_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081118/ap_on_re_af/congo_girls_in_the_photo_1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The picture above breaks my heart.  Hundreds of children in the Congo are separated from their families.  Can you imagine being separated from your children &amp;amp; not knowing where they are?  I have not been blessed with children yet, but even the thought of not knowing where these  children are puts completely fear in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Heavenly Father, Please protect &amp;amp; guide these children.  Bless them as they find their way to their families.  Give peace &amp;amp; comfort to their families during this difficult time.  In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/19518381-1242170033554768004?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1242170033554768004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1242170033554768004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1242170033554768004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am Thankful for.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my comfy bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my 2 sweet pups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;loving Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my new fleur de lis tee-shirt (it's really CUTE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my Pokeno Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;gas prices decreasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Christian Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Coffee (without coffee you would not want to be around me in the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;cooler weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;the NEW Chuy's in Plano  (YUM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ross, TJ Maxx, Marshall's, Home Goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;the Holiday Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my Secret Sisters (I have 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;my love of cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2603422243249395396?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2603422243249395396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2603422243249395396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2603422243249395396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2603422243249395396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for....'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3121073619252942876</id><published>2008-11-10T13:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:09:32.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Friday night, I went to my 1st High School Football Game since I graduated high school. In high school, I went to about 20 games my entire career as a student. Games were not really my "thing" back then. I graduated 16 years ago in a small city in Louisiana. Simply saying Football is HUGE in my hometown is an understatement.....FOOTBALL. IS. HUGE. GO LIONS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Before I moved to the East side of town, I lived on the West side of town. Living on the West side of town, I never experienced any footballness! Since I have moved to the East side of town, it seems the football stadium is my back yard. During games, I always hear the band and fans! The band ROCKS. My Niece, Stephanie, is a Color Guard. I was the proud little Aunt watching Steph throw her flag up in the air! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The High School Team I was shouting for won the game. The game was good. The excitement was wonderful. I was fast asleep on the sofa at 11:15pm. Sixteen years make a huge difference......In high school, I would have been too hyper from the game to go to bed so "early" at 11:15pm. Now, I'm old. I was praying for sleep before I left the excitement of the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3121073619252942876?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3121073619252942876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3121073619252942876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3121073619252942876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3121073619252942876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-town-high-school-football.html' title='HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-7233201729902246328</id><published>2008-11-10T13:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:44:22.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Pet Parent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I go on vacation (and I &lt;em&gt;can not&lt;/em&gt; take my dogs), I start to stress out.  I usually start planning months and months in advance on what boarding place my Girls will stay.  The last time I boarded was in March 2008.  It was a HORRIBLE experience.  Phoebe was extremely sick, and they were both covered in their own nastiness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My friend, Karla, would keep Abby when it was just Abby, but now that I have Phoebe and Karla had her 2nd set of twins (her name in my blog roll is Superwoman). It's way too much for Karla to keep with her family and then my 2 dogs.  My friends Deb and Robert normally would keep them when it's a weekend trip.   During Thanksgiving, I am going on vacation and I can not take my dogs.  I have been stressing since my last Thanksgiving vacation over this year's vacation.  I. know. it's. very. SAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have a co-worker who just starting her pet in-home dog sitting service.  Abby and Phoebe are her first clients.  The girls and I are planning on visiting this coming weekend to see how her dog and my girls do.  More than likely, everything will go good.  I'm praying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When you board your pets, where do you board them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-7233201729902246328?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7233201729902246328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=7233201729902246328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7233201729902246328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7233201729902246328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-pet-parent.html' title='I&apos;m the Pet Parent.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1651233498401358669</id><published>2008-11-10T13:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:44:39.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gumbo Cooking Weather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can not believe 2008 is almost over. 2009 is knocking on our door. It seem like yesterday was Jan. 1, 2008. Since I live in Texas, the weather is so unpredictable. I'm ready for a true cold winter. I want to wear sweaters, socks, and my coats! I want to make hearty wintry foods! I want to NOT have to turn on the air conditioner in November. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Saturday, I went to my friends, Michelle and Don's, house. I made gumbo for the first time in 2 years. It was pretty warm outside, but we planned a gumbo making day weeks ago. The gumbo was pretty amazing (except Michelle did not want okra in the gumbo---imagine gumbo without okra?!). The gumbo did not have okrain it, but it was still very good. I'm not a typical Cajun. I make my roux after I have sauteed all the veggies/meat....and then I add the finished roux mixed with broth to the both with the veggies and meat. I have tried making the roux and then adding all the other ingredients but I ALWAYS burn the roux when I do it this way. The smell of burned roux makes me queasy. So, I continue to make gumbo "backwards". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What's some of your favorite wintry foods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1651233498401358669?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1651233498401358669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1651233498401358669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1651233498401358669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1651233498401358669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/gumbo-cooking-weather.html' title='Gumbo Cooking Weather.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8017023569944624490</id><published>2008-11-03T15:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:54:28.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS: It happened AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Bachelorette Star DeAnna Pappas Calls Off Engagement with Jesse Csincsak.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8017023569944624490?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8017023569944624490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8017023569944624490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8017023569944624490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8017023569944624490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/breaking-news-it-happened-again.html' title='BREAKING NEWS: It happened AGAIN!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4364814448997949062</id><published>2008-11-03T12:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:50:04.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Funny on Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In Sunday School, I was making a joke about finding a husband (which is something I always do)!  My friend, Jennifer, came up to me after class and told me something I could do to help the search for my Husband to be.  She told me to put a pair of man's pants at the end of my bed each day &amp;amp; pray over them asking God to fill the pants with the man He chooses for me.  A few weeks later a wonderful friend gave me an old pair of his jeans.  I am proud to say this........The jeans have been on my bed almost every day.  Of course the man does not have to be the exact size of the pants.......I pray God to fill those jeans with a Godly Man filled with the fire of Christ.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4364814448997949062?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4364814448997949062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4364814448997949062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4364814448997949062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4364814448997949062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-funny-on-monday.html' title='Something Funny on Monday'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-397925816214368777</id><published>2008-11-03T12:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:39:27.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobsters VS. Monsters Smackdown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Last night, I went to visit my friends Karla &amp;amp; Kenny (and there 5 children).  Kenny made dinner (CHILI), and it was greatness.  Thanks Kenny!  After Karla and I put the kids to bed, Kaden came out of his room and proceeded to tell us he heard some strange noises and he was scared.  The second time Kaden came out of his room he told us the Lobsters were eating his hair.  Each time Kaden goes to the grocery store, he wants to go see the Monsters (aka Lobsters).  Karla &amp;amp; I thought is was so funny he thought the Lobsters were eating his hair.  No telling where Kaden got that from.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wonder if the Night Time Monster and the Lobster ever had a smackdown who would win.  My guess would be the Lobster....their claws are deadly!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-397925816214368777?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/397925816214368777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=397925816214368777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/397925816214368777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/397925816214368777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/lobsters-vs-monsters-smackdown.html' title='Lobsters VS. Monsters Smackdown.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-7927454984038508035</id><published>2008-11-03T12:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:27:18.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Rally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Two weeks ago, My Old Youth Minister and I took 5 of your High School kids to the Fall Rally Lock-in.  We arrived around 7:20p and did not leave until 7a.  It. Was. A. Very. Long. Night!  I did not sleep the entire night.  As soon as I dropped the kids off at home, I made it home, crawled into bed, and slept 7 hours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I love to stay up LATE on Friday nights.  My idea of late between 1am to 2:30ish am.  Just the being "allowed" to stay up late on a weekend night makes me smile.  I guess it makes me feel like I am getting away with something (maybe I need to stop living my teen years again!).  Sleeping in on Saturday morning makes it so much better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When was the last time you stayed awake ALL night long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-7927454984038508035?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7927454984038508035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=7927454984038508035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7927454984038508035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7927454984038508035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-rally.html' title='Fall Rally.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1413232962037053062</id><published>2008-11-03T11:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:20:31.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Review Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Saturday, I went to see the new movie "The Secret Life of Bees". It was a very powerful movie about brave women, all from very various backgrounds. The movie made me laugh and cry. Queen Latifah, Alicia Keys, Dakota Fanning, and Jennifer Hudson all gave amazing performances. Queen Latifah has always been one of my favorite actors. She truly becomes her character. Alicia Keys was very convincing in this movie. Her character's fear of Love &amp;amp; Romance completely astonished me. Dakota Fanning has an incredible talent for being so young. The character she played in The Secret Life of Bees describes what many young girls still go through today with an unpredictable Parent. Jennifer Hudson's embraced her role with such bravery that I would love to sit down with her to talk about what she thought about the life of her character during the filming of this movie. Jennifer, I am truly sorry for the tragedy you are facing right now. I am prayer for God to lift you and family up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I went to dinner at a new restaurant. It's called the Asian Mint on Forest and 75. The atmosphere was very retro with a great artistic flare. The. Food. Was. INCREDIBLE! The cuisine is Thai. If you want more information, please go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianmint.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;www.asianmint.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1413232962037053062?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1413232962037053062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1413232962037053062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1413232962037053062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1413232962037053062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/review-time.html' title='Review Time.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2308620565349447593</id><published>2008-11-03T11:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:50:14.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who does Depression hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Everyone! I admit it. I'm a slacker when it comes to blogging. It's called depression. Depression sucks. I finally went to my doctor because I was having some female issues. I have been on the same birth control for 12 years. Did you know being on the same pill for 12 years can really cause depression in someone???? Since we our bodies constantly change, a woman should NOT be on the same pill for 12 years. Over the course of about 2 years, I have been extremely overly-emotional...meaning I cry way to often. Lately, in the 6 months, I cry constantly. I knew I had an issue when I started really crying for no reason watching one of my favorite TV shows named Angel. Angel is about a Vampire who has a soul and trys to destroy all evil in the world. It was weird to cry over a Vampire with a soul! :) I was sleeping too well...tossing and turning at night...having night sweats......not getting up to go work out (which is something I really LOVE).....I still took care of myself, my home and my dogs...just was overly emotional for no reason.....So, I know I really needed help! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I found a &lt;em&gt;NEW incredible&lt;/em&gt; OB/GYN Doctor. She ran test....and it seems everything was okay. She changed my birth control. I seem to be slowly coming out of the fog. I am not crying as much now.....Praise God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2308620565349447593?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2308620565349447593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2308620565349447593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2308620565349447593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2308620565349447593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-does-depression-hurt.html' title='Who does Depression hurt?'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3867561275114103115</id><published>2008-10-01T08:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:58:22.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I absolutely enjoy a great romantic comedy. I can quote some lines of my favorite movies/tv shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Let's see if you can guess the title of the movie/tv show by the quotes below:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UPDATED!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah. Be still like vegetables. Lay like broccoli.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pretty Wowan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Notting Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well hell's bells, if it ain't Felony Melanie!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sweet Home Alamaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Are you kidding? Any second now he's gonna look at me and go, "Ha. Yeah, right, you're so not worth this."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My BIG Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Did you really just say, "Fat Pig"? You are my sister... and the best you can do is "Fat Pig"?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In Her Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What, you want me to name someone? You want like a name? Oh, God, the pressure of a name... I got it. Cindafin'rella.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"I've been dating since I was 15. I'm exhausted. Where is he?"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Look at you, you have a baby...In a bar.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sweet Home Alamaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What do you mean he don't eat no meat?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My BIG Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Show me the money!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jerry Macquire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What do you want to be married to me for, anyways?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sweet Home Alamaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3867561275114103115?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3867561275114103115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3867561275114103115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3867561275114103115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3867561275114103115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-lines.html' title='Movie Lines'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2993253264785819978</id><published>2008-09-26T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:15:33.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>90210</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The zip code 90210 brings back many high memories.  It all started in 1990.  I was in 10th grade.  I "made" my Parents watch this TV show with me each week.  I definitely could not miss 1 episode.  I loved the relationship Brenda had with Dylan...and then the relationship Kelly and Dylan had....the love Steve had for Kelly in the beginning (I could go on and on).....it was pure heavenly high school drama at it's very finest!  I. LOVED. Beverly. Hills. 90210!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, let's move forward 18 years (Can you believe it's been 18 YEARS?)......My FAVORITE tv show is finally back.  90210: The Next Generation.  The same high school drama is still very active.  Kelly, Brenda, Nat, and Jackie are all back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Are you watching the New 90210?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2993253264785819978?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2993253264785819978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2993253264785819978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2993253264785819978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2993253264785819978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/90210.html' title='90210'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4100218051311212116</id><published>2008-09-25T08:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:45:31.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Responsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Since Youth Groups kicked off again this school year, God has been telling me I needed to be a Youth Sponsor AGAIN! My heart has always been for children. My walk with Christ grows each time I am with the Youth Group. I adore them ALL! I have struggled with becoming a Youth Sponsor again. My Struggle was with God. I simply did not want to do it AGAIN! Imagine a 2 year telling her Mom "NO!" Well, I am definitely not 2, try 34, but that was me...trying to have to have "MY" own way on this issue with God. I prayed about it. Each time God's answer was YOU NEED TO BE A YOUTH SPONSOR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's official! Last Night was my 1st time back as a Youth Sponsor. HipHipHooray! The High School Kids are absolutely amazing! They teach me so very much about my Faith in Christ. Since I have been at my church (almost 8 years), we have had 3 Youth Ministers. I have worked side by side Youth Minister #1 and #2. Last Night, I got to experience Youth Minister #3 (whom I will call Bob). I can sum him up in 1 word. AMAZING! Bob was the only Youth Minister I have heard say out loud to the Kids he was concerned about their Salvation. I nearly fell out of my chair from shock....BOB was more concerned about their salvation than planning the next outing! Way to Go BOB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bob also said something that I can not get out of my head. It was something I knew already, but hearing it spoken out loud was like a slap across my face. He said since I am a Youth Sponsor, God will hold me more accountable for my relationship with the Youth and how they come to know Christ as a child. It's simply true. When I face Christ after I die, I will have to confess my sins &amp;amp; faults. It would so incredibly difficult to tell Christ I did not have time or patience for the kids I was sponsoring. I can not even begin to imagine the anxiety I would have, if I have to tell Christ one child was so close to accepting Him, but I did not have it in me to help them along. The weight of this does not completely fall on my shoulders, others are responsible too. However, I am responsible for helping them to know Christ, to share my relationshp with Christ to them...to tell them of the amazing gift Christ has given me. For myself, I can not imagine MY Life without Christ. So, how can I not help a child find Salvation through Him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dear Lord, Please bless the children in my Youth Group &amp;amp; around the world. Bless them with good Parents, Ministers, Sponsors, Family and Friends who will share the amazing gift you have given us. Salvation through Christ. Please guide the adults in their lives so we may be better able to share our faith in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4100218051311212116?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4100218051311212116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4100218051311212116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4100218051311212116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4100218051311212116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-responsible.html' title='I&apos;m Responsible'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3621363986961607382</id><published>2008-09-17T10:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:36:10.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me want to FIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This newspaper article makes me absolutely sick and ANGRY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/as_china_baby_formula_recall"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/as_china_baby_formula_recall&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/19518381-3621363986961607382?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3621363986961607382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3621363986961607382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3621363986961607382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3621363986961607382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/makes-me-want-to-fight.html' title='Makes me want to FIGHT!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6195906147431761073</id><published>2008-09-17T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:33:36.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With each passing year, my emotions get the best of me at times.  I find myself crying whether I am happy, sad, or upset.  I chalk this up to simply being a Girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here are some of the things that make me cry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1.  The UNCONDITIONAL LOVE GOD has for ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2.  Weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3.  Tears flow automatically when I hear or read about a story on Sept. 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  (just thinking about Sept. 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; brings tears to my eyes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4.  When I see or read about true love, my eyes start to get misty.  True Love Stories always make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5.  Holding a newborn (it's so peaceful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6.  Sitting in Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7.  Nature.....especially rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8.  TV/Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9.  The Plan God has for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10.  The Many Blessing God has already provided me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11.  When I get "charlie horses",  in my sleep.  I woke up this morning screaming &amp;amp; crying b/c the pain was so intense!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ladies, Since God created woman to be emotional, what makes you cry?  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6195906147431761073?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6195906147431761073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6195906147431761073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6195906147431761073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6195906147431761073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-make-me-cry.html' title='Things that make me cry.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4618001813244755584</id><published>2008-09-16T08:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:07:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SM-7YPZZYdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H-738b-jAC8/s1600-h/Target+Popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246618116034224594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SM-7YPZZYdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H-738b-jAC8/s320/Target+Popcorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I absolutely LOVE the fresh all-ready popped popcorn at Target!  It's pure heavenly YUM!  I love the smell of fresh popcorn...especially at Target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What's one of your favorite snacks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4618001813244755584?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4618001813244755584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4618001813244755584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4618001813244755584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4618001813244755584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-it.html' title='Love it........'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SM-7YPZZYdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H-738b-jAC8/s72-c/Target+Popcorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-990037272951657766</id><published>2008-09-11T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:54:08.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Years Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Seven years ago, the United States changed forever.  The life of every American was affected.  The terrorist wanted to destroy this country.  The attacks on our soil only made us stronger &amp;amp; wiser.  It made us realize life, family and friends are so very important, made not to be taken for granted.  The bonds of family and friendship are two of the greatest gifts from God.  Please call someone you have not talked to in a while and simply tell them you love them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will just leave you with just one idea: Remember what happened on September 11th.  It changed my life, family, friends, and my country........but not the love of Jesus Christ.  God was the same God on September 10th, 11th, and 12th.....God is still the same incredible God 7 years later.  God is waiting for you to turn your life over to him......It's quite simple.......Believe in Jesus Christ as your Savior, believe he died so you may have entire life in Heaven with God.  God is Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Simply Remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BlueEyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-990037272951657766?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/990037272951657766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=990037272951657766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/990037272951657766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/990037272951657766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/seven-years-later.html' title='Seven Years Later'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-107406120714808623</id><published>2008-09-08T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:15:59.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-Bye Kirsten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday, Karla and I needed to go to Target.  Karla needed to return something and I needed to find a new wallet.  We had a problem....Karla's 3 little girls did not have on shoes.  So, we decided just to put them in shopping carts.  Kirsten was put in the shopping cart first.  As I tried to pick up Allison to place her in the cart, Kirsten's shopping cart takes off like a racing car with her IN IT!  Praise God for the man who chased after her.  It was like a scene right out of a movie.  I tried getting Allison again &amp;amp; the shopping cart started to take off again!  It was insane.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The moral of the story:  Target shopping carts become very dangerous once they reach high speeds!  Parents beware!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-107406120714808623?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/107406120714808623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=107406120714808623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/107406120714808623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/107406120714808623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/bye-bye-kirsten.html' title='Bye-Bye Kirsten'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-243513376267681076</id><published>2008-09-04T09:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:06:11.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?  by Casting Crowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Young Minister, Rich, at church on Sunday sang Who Am I?. I simply can not stop singing it. It moved me to a point where I am searching for Who Am I? My faith has always been a huge aspect of my life, but lately I have found I was just going with the motions...actually taking God for granted. Until this song was Song on Sunday.......I felt God calling my name at church.......actually it was like God was Screaming my NAME! I felt like God kept saying I am here for you BlueEyes...I have always been &lt;em&gt;right here&lt;/em&gt; for you...BlueEyes are you my child and I love you. I just wanted to stand up and sing with Rich...believe me, the rest of God's People at church would definitely not want me to sing (very bad singer)! I am always amazed at the un-conditional Love and patience God has for us. It was this very LOVE that made me a believer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Would care to know my name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Would care to feel my hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That the bright and morning star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Would choose to light the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For my ever wandering heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That the eyes that see my sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Would look on me with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And watch me rise again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Would call out through the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And calm the storm in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;,A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am yours.I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Whom shall I fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Whom shall I fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;'Cause I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-243513376267681076?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/243513376267681076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=243513376267681076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/243513376267681076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/243513376267681076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-am-i-by-casting-crowns.html' title='Who Am I?  by Casting Crowns'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4187197912979394571</id><published>2008-09-03T08:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:04:06.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I was about 14 (20 years ago), I checked out a book from my school library.  The plot was about a young city girl who fell in love with a Texas Cowboy. From that moment, I made up my mind.....I was going to fall in love with a Texas Cowboy...get married and have 5 children.  At 14, I thought a man in a Cowboy hat, boots, and Wranglers were just the cutest!  At 34, I still feel the same!  When I had an open invitation to move to Texas at 22, I jumped at the chance.  I loaded up my hand-me-down mini-van and headed to Dallas...the land of the Cowboy (or so I thought)!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On my blog roll sits The Pioneer Woman Cooks.  Her name is actually Ree.  Yesterday, while I was bored at the office I explored the Pioneer Woman's entire website because I usually just kept up with the cooking portion of her blog.  I am so totally in love with her and her blog now.  Have you ever read the story of how TPW and Marlboro Man fell in love?  If not, you MUST read it now.  Please go here immediately &amp;amp; grab a snack (you might be here a while): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/category/black_heelstractor_wheels/the_night_i_met_marlboro_man"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/category/black_heelstractor_wheels/the_night_i_met_marlboro_man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The funny part of her story is it is exactly how I "planned" my life.  I wanted to meet a Great Cowboy, fall in love, get married, and have my babies.  From the moment I started reading her love story, I could not stop.  I read the entire story when I should have been working (sorry Miss Supervisor, but I really needed to finish reading the love story)!  I have a confession to make.........I have a "Girl" Crush on TPW.  I would love to sit on her porch out in the country, drink coffee, and just talk!  TPW is so busy with her family, homeschooling, and the Ranch I am shocked she can find time to blog on so many different aspects of her life.  She's absolutely incredible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who's one of your favorite blogs? and Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4187197912979394571?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4187197912979394571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4187197912979394571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4187197912979394571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4187197912979394571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-confessions.html' title='True Confessions'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8549114479821805835</id><published>2008-09-02T08:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:44:55.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents, Hurricane, Weather channel, Friends......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Mom and PawPaw evacuated New Orleans &amp;amp; arrived Saturday afternoon around 4:45pm.  My Dad decided he was not going to evacuate...BUT he finally decided to come to Dallas....Dad finally made it here around 7pm on Sunday night.  Praise God he changed his mind!  I know Hurricane Gustav did not actually hit New Orleans, but you never really know where a Hurricane will hit until it actually hits land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Friday night I cleaned my apartment from top to bottom.  Saturday afternoon, I made red beans and rice for a Girl's Night I hosted.......6 of my Girl Friends came over.  It was 8 Ladies and my PawPaw.  My PawPaw loved having all of us around.  I love hosting dinner parties.  It's good to spend time with friends and family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When my family evacuates, they watch the weather channel constantly.  I will have to confess.....I literally have watched the weather channel more in the last 3 days than I have in my whole life!!!!  Am I sick of the weather channel?  YES!  Do I wish for the weather channel to start having "Technical Difficulties"?  YES!  Will I watch the weather channel again (or until the next Hurricane)? NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Funny Story.........My Mom and I were talking about being young and irresponsible.  We talked about when we were both younger and did stupid things and as soon as her Dad (my PawPaw) walked into the room my Mom grew very silent.  I laughed so hard.  It's amazing my Mom is 57 years old and she still does not want her Dad to know all the Bad/Silly things she did when she was younger!  Heck, I am 34 years old and if my Mom knew all the Bad/Silly things I would do she would ground me!  I guess it really does not matter how old you are, you are &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; Daddy's Little Girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My friends, Kenny &amp;amp; Karla, hosted a Labor Day BBQ Party last night.  My Parents, PawPaw, and I all had a great time.  The food was great and the company so much better.  My Family finally got to meet Kenny &amp;amp; Karla's Parents.  I believe Kenny's Mom did not think I had "Real" Parents!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;P.S.  Heather, when is Jason's Birthday?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8549114479821805835?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8549114479821805835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8549114479821805835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8549114479821805835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8549114479821805835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/09/parents-hurricane-weather-channel.html' title='Parents, Hurricane, Weather channel, Friends......'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2989126458719172280</id><published>2008-08-29T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:26:22.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina: 3rd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Three years ago today, Hurricane Katrina destroyed New Orleans and many more cities on the Gulf Coast.  I was very lucky.....my family left the city before Katrina destroyed her.  New Orleans is still not the same since Katrina hit.  The French Quarter has recovered, but communities are still gone, unlivable.  It breaks my heart to see my city still shattered.  Now, three years to the day Hurricane Gustav is making his way to the Gulf Coast, headed towards New Orleans.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Friends, Please pray for the People on the Gulf Coast......Pray for their survival if Gustav hits....pray for their families.....their homes.....their lives!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2989126458719172280?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2989126458719172280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2989126458719172280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2989126458719172280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2989126458719172280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurricane-katrina-3rd-anniversary.html' title='Hurricane Katrina: 3rd Anniversary'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8794312603130962680</id><published>2008-08-26T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:43:39.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Number is 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Four Things about me (in other words just pure Randomness)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Four places I go over and over: New Orleans, Ross, San Fran, Hobby Lobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Four people who email me regularly: Mom, Tina, Kirkland's, Health Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Four of my favorite places to eat: Gumbo Shop, Cafe Maspero's, Napoli's, My Parents Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Four places I would rather be right now: New Orleans, at home taking a nap, Shopping, on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Four TV shows I watch: Ugly Betty, Law &amp;amp; Order, In Plain Sight, Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Four cars I have owned: Pontaic 600, Chevy Caprice, Ford Aerostar Mini-van, and Hyundai Sonata (my current NEW car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Four friends I have tagged: Heather, Sharon, Lydia (yep, that's you Mrs. Conrad), and Karla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8794312603130962680?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8794312603130962680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8794312603130962680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8794312603130962680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8794312603130962680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/08/number-is-4.html' title='The Number is 4!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-5354010487035180017</id><published>2008-08-25T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:32:25.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Absolutely Nothing...but Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My weekend really began Thursday night.  I got home from work around 6pm.  I walked the dogs.  I sat on the sofa around 6:30pm &amp;amp; instantly fell asleep.  I woke up at 8pm, ate a little dinner &amp;amp; fell back asleep.  I woke up at 11pm, took the dogs outside &amp;amp; stumbled to bed.  Friday night was a repeat of Thursday.  Saturday morning, I finally woke up at 12:34pm.  Saturday night, I went to Michelle &amp;amp; Don's house for dinner and good times.  Sunday morning, I went to church, lunch with friends, feel asleep on the sofa, &amp;amp; went to dinner at Karla's.  Sleep is Good!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-5354010487035180017?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5354010487035180017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=5354010487035180017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5354010487035180017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5354010487035180017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-of-absolutely-nothingbut-sleep.html' title='Weekend of Absolutely Nothing...but Sleep.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-959916393486794965</id><published>2008-08-22T10:38:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:50:14.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspects about New Orleans I Love and MISS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SK7gM_EETmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jz3I0x_1M2c/s1600-h/CafeduMonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237369930370010722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SK7fc-kwVlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Q0BAtXrannk/s320/cookbook_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SK7e2WWMrtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/A5GEcmKGrBE/s1600-h/St+Louis+Catherdal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237368441971453650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SK7e2WWMrtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/A5GEcmKGrBE/s320/St+Louis+Catherdal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SK7d-_wFMyI/AAAAAAAAAII/M_Sv4jItxpQ/s1600-h/Seafood+Poboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237367491013194530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SK7d-_wFMyI/AAAAAAAAAII/M_Sv4jItxpQ/s320/Seafood+Poboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-959916393486794965?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/959916393486794965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=959916393486794965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/959916393486794965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/959916393486794965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/08/aspects-about-new-orleans-i-love-and.html' title='Aspects about New Orleans I Love and MISS!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SK7gM_EETmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jz3I0x_1M2c/s72-c/CafeduMonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-7430441642879696790</id><published>2008-08-20T08:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:38:10.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Video of all Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Friends, Please click on the link below. It's a great way to start your day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I promise you will laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/ellen-gladys-hardy-p1.php" href="http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/ellen-gladys-hardy-p1.php" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/ellen-gladys-hardy-p1.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/19518381-7430441642879696790?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7430441642879696790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=7430441642879696790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7430441642879696790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7430441642879696790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-video-of-all-time.html' title='My Favorite Video of all Time'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6909881961711136327</id><published>2008-08-18T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:22:19.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>In 6 months from today, I will be 35.  35--WOW!  I can not believe I will be 35.  I cried when I turned 25....and was okay turning 30, but 35 is a little difficult for me.  I keep thinking once I am 35 all hope is lost for marriage and children.  Where does a Single Plus Sized Girl find a Potential Husband?  Let me set back a second, where does one actually find a date?  If you know a Christian Single man(who likes plus sized woman), please send him my way!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found more white hair on my head &amp;amp; noticed way more wrinkles on my face in the last several weeks.  I believe I will start dying my hair in the next year or so.  Getting older is not fun physically especially when body parts start looking differently!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I would never want to go back to my 20's again..........my 30's are SO much better!  My relationship with God, my family and friends are all so much better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, How did you feel when you turned 35?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6909881961711136327?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6909881961711136327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6909881961711136327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6909881961711136327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6909881961711136327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8034200686133993008</id><published>2008-08-04T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:47:36.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap-up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Friday night, I went to have drinks with my friend Melanie (Mel).  We went to a local hang out in Frisco.  We had a great time.  Before we went "out", I took a 1.5 hour nap on the sofa.  I was sooo ready to put on pj's and crawl into bed and it was only 8:30pm!  Yep, it's official I am old!  I wanted to go to bed at 8:30pm on a FRIDAY night!  LAME!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday morning/afternoon, I cleaned my entire apartment!  It's so pretty cleaned.  I just wish it would stay that way.  My friends, Deb &amp;amp; Robert, came over for dinner.  It was their first time seeing my new apartment.  We had a good time just hanging around, watching Pretty Woman, and talking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sunday was filled with Sunday school class, church, lunch, friends, and Army Wives.  Exciting?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8034200686133993008?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8034200686133993008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8034200686133993008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8034200686133993008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8034200686133993008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap-up!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1653118568853485700</id><published>2008-07-28T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:58:09.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was sitting in Church yesterday with my friends who are married: Tim and Heather.  Tim served communion &amp;amp; collected the offering.  So, it was just Heather and I sitting in the pew.  After the offering was taken from the congregation, Tim went to the front of the church.  As Tim was in front of the entire congregation, Tim winked at Heather.  It was one of the Sweetest Moments of my Life.  I instantly thought "What a Great Guy"!  This moment made a huge impact on me.  It made me realize I will not settle for a Husband....God has the perfect man for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1653118568853485700?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1653118568853485700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1653118568853485700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1653118568853485700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1653118568853485700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweetest-moment.html' title='The Sweetest Moment'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4574593439414856687</id><published>2008-07-26T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:34:42.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Head Moment# 5002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Tonight, I tried to unlock my front door.  I panicked for a small second.  I thought I tried to unlock my door......but it was already unlocked......I totally freaked.  One of my fears is coming home to find some stranger freak in my apartment.  I suddenly realized that I did not even unlock my door, I simply tried to lock.  Yep, my friends, this is what I like to call another Red Head Moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I think the TEXAS HEAT is getting to me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4574593439414856687?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4574593439414856687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4574593439414856687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4574593439414856687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4574593439414856687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-head-moment-5002.html' title='Red Head Moment# 5002'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-7818405693998045356</id><published>2008-07-23T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:53:51.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS &amp; Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am PMSing this week.  Today, I woke up at 4:30am to get to the gym!  Do you want to know how bad I am PMSing this week?  When the alarm went off at 4:30am, the very first thing I thought about was CHOCOLATE!!!!  The second thing was "I DO NOT WANT TO WORK OUT!"  Since I have not been to the gym in 2.5 weeks, I decided to finally get back into the swing of things!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The gym was great this morning.  I have WAY more energy than I have had in weeks this time in the afternoon.  Exercising does the body Good!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-7818405693998045356?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7818405693998045356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=7818405693998045356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7818405693998045356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7818405693998045356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/07/pms-chocolate.html' title='PMS &amp; Chocolate!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6829348248256543397</id><published>2008-07-11T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:31:50.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Apartment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I moved last weekend!  The move itself was not stressful.  I am stressing about actually "putting my home back in order."  I am completely unpacked.  I still have things that need to find a place.  The wall art needs to be hung.  The living room still needs to re-arranged!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have a major problem in my new apartment.  The sun shines in my bedroom the hottest part of the day.  It's extremely hot in my room.  I think I finally found some pretty curtains for my room that blocks out 98.5% of the light.  I still need to get some blinds that block out the rest of the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When you move, how long does it take you to get "settled in"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6829348248256543397?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6829348248256543397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6829348248256543397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6829348248256543397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6829348248256543397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-apartment.html' title='New Apartment!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-7025067722111979460</id><published>2008-07-03T08:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:00:21.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;60 Minutes ran a touchy topic in the last couple of weeks: Gays in the Military: The Don't ask, Don't tell policy. I'm very conservative until it comes to my opinion/views on Homosexuality. I am extremely liberal when it comes to this topic. In college, I met an amazing man, Trevor, who is still one of the most important people in my life today. My 2nd semester Trevor told me he was Gay. He was the first friend who actually came out to me. I thought, "Okay, Now pass me the ketchup." In other words, it never affected my friendship with him. Trevor was still the same person he was before he told he was gay. He was still the wacky, adorable, zany person he always he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Don't ask, Don't tell policy has always bothered me. It is better than the old policy of NO Gays in the Military at all. What difference should a person's sexual orientation have on their job performance as a Soldier? Sexual Orientation should not make a difference if a person wants to fight for this country. Honestly, I do not know why this is such a big deal. I would rather have a gay Soldier who is brave &amp;amp; strong fight for me than some of the straight men I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Last week, my friend Mel and I were talking about our "future" children. She said she would prefer a child who was not gay. I said I did not mind what sexual orientation my child had. I would love him/her all the days of my life. As long as my child was happy, then I would be happy for him/her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm actually proud of California for allowing Gay Marriage. I understand most people feel marriage is between a man and woman.....for procreation. What happens when a man and woman get married and never have children? Should that couple not ever get married? Marriage should be based on Love, not on gender. In Society, it's hard to find Love. We live in a very cruel world. If a person does find someone, it should not ever matter what sexual orientation they have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-7025067722111979460?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7025067722111979460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7025067722111979460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/07/sexuality.html' title='Sexuality'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-5591530317081998004</id><published>2008-06-25T09:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:09:18.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ped-Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SGJPzFgkboI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BQ76QbgQqJc/s1600-h/PedEgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215819057519160962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SGJPzFgkboI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BQ76QbgQqJc/s320/PedEgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Last Month at Pokeno, I won the Ped-Egg. I used it immediately. My poor feet needed it! I am truly impressed. My feet have never felt so great..........even with professional pedicures. However, they need to issue a small warning on the label. Warning: Don't try to take off too much skin. If you do, your feet will be very very sore. On Monday night, I gave myself a pedicure.....and my feet are still sore today, BUT so very smooth &amp;amp; beautiful!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-5591530317081998004?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5591530317081998004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=5591530317081998004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5591530317081998004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5591530317081998004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/06/ped-egg.html' title='The Ped-Egg'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SGJPzFgkboI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BQ76QbgQqJc/s72-c/PedEgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6421899824933128119</id><published>2008-06-23T11:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:58:57.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrinkles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lately, I have noticed very fine lines on my face.  The fine lines are just a nice way of saying I have WRINKLES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Dictionary.com, the definition is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;wrinkle  n.  &lt;br /&gt;A small furrow, ridge, or crease on a normally smooth surface, caused by crumpling, folding, or shrinking.&lt;br /&gt;A line or crease in the skin, as from age.&lt;br /&gt;A clever trick, method, or device, especially one that is new and different.&lt;br /&gt;A problem or imperfection; a fault: The report had to be revised because of a few wrinkles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know for a FACT, these little wrinkles were NOT here 5 or 10 years ago.  I cannot believe they just appeared overnight!  It freaks me out to know my pretty little face is actually show some age!  I'm only 29 + 5 years old!  I am way too old to have "fine lines"!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have you noticed wrinkles on yourself lately?  If so, tell me all about it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The small imperfections/ridges/creases/problems/imperfections must be stopped NOW!  What do you use on your pretty little face to stop the wrinkles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6421899824933128119?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6421899824933128119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6421899824933128119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6421899824933128119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6421899824933128119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/06/wrinkles.html' title='Wrinkles.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1338578444248796982</id><published>2008-06-23T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:48:37.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Packing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Many, many Thanks to Karla and Michelle for helping me pack most of my kitchen on Saturday night.  I was truly amazed how much we packed in 2.5 hours.  We are also amazed how much "stuff" I have that just keeps multiplying!  My bedroom closet is completely packed, all my bedroom decor is packed, my coat closet is backed (except my shoes), and most of my kitchen is packed except the food, pots, &amp;amp; pans.  I still need to pack my bathroom stuff, the rest of my kitchen, and more stuff that I can not simply remember!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My moving day is July 5th.........12 days away........12 days is not too far away, especially with my busy week ahead and a very good College visiting the weekend of July 4th!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1338578444248796982?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1338578444248796982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1338578444248796982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1338578444248796982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1338578444248796982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-on-packing.html' title='Update on Packing.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6110331228185261820</id><published>2008-06-18T08:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:54:34.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing &amp; Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In 15 days, the movers will show up on my door step. They will be moving all my stuff to my new Great Apartment. I'm very excited to be moving. I'm looking forward to having way more space!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've have gone through my storage closets and the master closet. I have given away many bags of things/clothes I no longer need. I have thrown away lots of trash. It's amazing how much "stuff" you collect when you become an "adult". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have officially packed only 3 boxes so far. Did I mention I will be moving in 15 days!?!! Only 3 packed box in 15 DAYS! I'm beginning to stress out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My friends, Karla &amp;amp; Michelle, are coming over on Saturday night to help pack my kitchen and living room! Before they come over, I plan to have my entire bedroom closet, the knick knacks, and all my bathroom stuff packed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Please pray my move is very smooth and my stress levels stays very low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6110331228185261820?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6110331228185261820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6110331228185261820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6110331228185261820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6110331228185261820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/06/packing-moving.html' title='Packing &amp; Moving'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4419959150129835514</id><published>2008-06-18T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:15:46.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Shows Cancelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm streaming MAD!  Several of my FAVORITE TV shows have been cancelled!  It all started with the cancellation of Sex &amp;amp; the City a few years back.  The only reason I am still not upset at Sarah Jessica Parker and the rest of the Ladies is b/c the Movie was incredibly GREAT!  LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here are the cancelled TV shows so far:  October Road, Moonlight (I loved the Vampire Mick!), The 4400, The Dead Zone, Men in Trees, New Amsterdam, Big Shots and a couple others I can not seem to remember.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What TV shows did you watch that were cancelled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4419959150129835514?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4419959150129835514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4419959150129835514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4419959150129835514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4419959150129835514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/06/tv-shows-cancelled.html' title='TV Shows Cancelled'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-7920176738751369610</id><published>2008-06-08T00:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:13:36.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Since I am moving soon, I cleaned out my storage area today.  I found my favorite toys: CABBAGE PATCH KIDS &amp;amp; THEIR FRIENDS!  I absolutely loved playing with them.  I remember my Mom &amp;amp; MawMaw waiting in line for hours for my very first Cabbage Patch Kid.  I thought how special I was that my Mom &amp;amp; MawMaw waited in line for the first "Kid".  I even remember her name, Addy.  I have always loved the name Addison, Addy for short!  When I have children, would it be okay if I named my first child Addison (Addy) after my first baby doll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;What was your favorite childhood toy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-7920176738751369610?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7920176738751369610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=7920176738751369610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7920176738751369610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7920176738751369610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/06/childhood-toys.html' title='Childhood Toys'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4031913119046810485</id><published>2008-05-26T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:39:53.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Tonight, I watched Hear and Now.  It's a beautiful HBO documentary about a Courageous Deaf Couple willing to take a chance to hear after 65 hears with cochlear implants.  Paul and Sally Taylor touched my heart with their story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Please go here to read more:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/docs/programs/hearandnow/synopsis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;http://www.hbo.com/docs/programs/hearandnow/synopsis.html&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/19518381-4031913119046810485?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4031913119046810485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4031913119046810485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4031913119046810485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4031913119046810485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/05/hear-and-now.html' title='Hear and Now'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3591921547000231168</id><published>2008-05-26T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:31:31.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop at the Stop Sign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Today, my Karla Friend and I were on our way to Lowe's.  I looked in my rear view mirror and  saw a police car with his lights on.  I instantly thought to myself, "Am I really being pulled over? What did I do?"  Apparently, I did not stop at the stop sign.  Mr. Police Officer was so kind to give me a ticket!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;MORAL of the Story:  STOP at the STOP Sign!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;On a positive note:  I am the proud owner of a brand new washer and dryer.  They will be delivered the day I move into my new apartment!  Other than my car, this is the 2nd biggest purchase I have done as an "adult"!  Being an "adult" means you spend way too much money on big metal objects!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Another positive note:  Being an adult means your parents do not "make" you eat beets or brussel sprouts anymore!  yuk! When I put it this way, I'm so hap&lt;/span&gt;py I am a Grown UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3591921547000231168?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3591921547000231168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3591921547000231168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3591921547000231168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3591921547000231168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-at-stop-sign.html' title='Stop at the Stop Sign!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-5110387844019872419</id><published>2008-05-25T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:22:46.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the Cowboys Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Before I moved to Texas, I had "wild" ideas about how Dallas was a great Singles Town with Millions of "Texas Cowboys" just waiting for me.  When Reality smacked me in the face 12 years ago, I realized Dallas is a Couple town.  Where are all the SINGLE, CHRISTIAN MEN?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I know I will find a man in God's timing, not my own.  I just want to know WHEN?!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do you know of any SINGLE, CHRISTIAN men in the DFW area?  If so, send him my way!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-5110387844019872419?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5110387844019872419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=5110387844019872419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5110387844019872419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5110387844019872419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-have-all-cowboys-gone.html' title='Where have all the Cowboys Gone?'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8427387165828548832</id><published>2008-05-25T22:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:16:41.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm moving on up, to the east side, to a deluxe apartment in the sky.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I gave my current apartment my 60 day notice.  I am officially moving to a bigger apartment soon.  I'm really looking forward to a bigger home.  It's still in the same city...the new apartment will just be across the highway.  I have given my deposit &amp;amp; booked movers (b/c it's way too hot in TX to move yourself).  Hopefully, everything will work out like I hope.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My Karla Friend will come over to help me pack.......and she will help me unpack!  She's a great friend.......I will have lots of yummy food and adult drinks ready to go!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Please pray the move goes well.  Once I get into my new apartment, I will take pictures of my new beautiful home.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8427387165828548832?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8427387165828548832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8427387165828548832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8427387165828548832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8427387165828548832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-im-moving-on-up-to-east-side-to.html' title='Well, I&apos;m moving on up, to the east side, to a deluxe apartment in the sky.....'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8926183037772361361</id><published>2008-05-25T21:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:16:24.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Plan at Work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Last weekend, I drove home to New Orleans.  I went home to celebrate my Grandparents Anniversary.  They would have been married 59 years.  My MawMaw died in 2005.  I wanted to go home in 2006 &amp;amp; 2007 to celebrate but I could not bring myself to go.  MawMaw's death is still so hard for me.  Anyway,  I planned on taking my PawPaw and Parents out to dinner to celebrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;We went to a good Italian restaurant.  It was good to celebrate an important occasion.  The beginning of their marriage was the start of a great family.  It's amazing to watch God's come into action.  Without their marriage, I would not have been born.  Praise God for their marriage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8926183037772361361?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8926183037772361361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8926183037772361361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8926183037772361361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8926183037772361361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/05/family.html' title='God&apos;s Plan at Work.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2678564753646138677</id><published>2008-05-09T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:41:29.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain in New Orleans.......What a Joke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Please read this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/bloomberg/20080424/pl_bloomberg/a1krq5x3pni"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/bloomberg/20080424/pl_bloomberg/a1krq5x3pni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Since I am from New Orleans, I have a huge opinion about John McCain's visit.  I am appalled John McCain said what he did.  How can McCain really state the following:  the Bush administration's response to Katrina's disaster was "terrible and disgraceful", Never again will a disaster of this nature be handled in this terrible and disgraceful way, that if McCain was President during the storm he would have been to New Orleans immediately, History will judge this President, and here's my FAVORITE statement McCain's visit:  "All I can say is, it will never, ever happen again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dearest John McCain, Republican presidential nominee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If you really thought Bush's administration response to the aftermath of Katrina was so terrible and disgraceful, why did you not immediately travel to New Orleans to help the victims of the Hurricane?  Why did you not gather up funds, material, food or water and send it to New Orleans then or even now?  Hundreds of People are still without power....their homes are still destroyed.....their lives are still torn apart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Celebrities are still helping to rebuild New Orleans.  Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, and Harry Connick Jr are among the few who have created charities, worked, and have campaigned to rebuild my Home.  Where is John McCain in the rebuilding process?  What has McCain done to help grow New Orleans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I am truly amazed by your choice of words when it comes to President George Bush &amp;amp; New Orleans.  President Bush has supported you during your campaign.  Shame on your John McCain.  Thanks for stating a simple fact: History will judge this President.  History will always Judge the President.  People still Judge Abraham Lincoln, Richard Nixon and Bill Clinton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;How can you really promise something like this will Never, Never Happen again?  Do you control the weather?  Did you have a talk to God about all the natural disasters that could happen?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;John McCain, I'm very disappointed in your trip to New Orleans .  On your next visit to New Orleans, maybe you could come in "old clothes", pick up a trash bag, and start helping rebuild my Home town instead bashing the President in office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Now, I am stepping down off my soap box.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2678564753646138677?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2678564753646138677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2678564753646138677&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2678564753646138677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2678564753646138677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/05/mccain-in-new-orleanswhat-joke.html' title='McCain in New Orleans.......What a Joke!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4669008847713142121</id><published>2008-05-01T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:14:06.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Small Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My week has been very difficult.  Since BooBoo Kitty died on Monday night, I have cried buckets..  As I write this, I cry.  Boo and I were friends for 16 years.  I have never lived in Texas without him.  It's weird coming home and not having him run to me........even at 18 yrs old, he still had lots of energy.  He's death happened way too quickly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I keep thinking about all the "what if's &amp;amp; why's".  What if I noticed he was sick before Sunday night?  Why did I not love on him more last weekend?  Why did I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; take him to the Vet's office and leave him there?  Why did I not go visit him Monday after work like I thought about a thousand times that day?  Why did I just put in him the Vet's kennel Monday without telling him I loved him?  Why was I NOT there when he died?  Stupid questions, but they keep racing through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's amazing how BIG my really small apartment is now without BooBoo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4669008847713142121?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4669008847713142121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4669008847713142121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4669008847713142121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4669008847713142121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-small-apartment.html' title='Big Small Apartment'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-5451810160067350253</id><published>2008-04-29T10:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:19:53.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. BooBoo Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SBc6bbZdkhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4v_dvA0N91s/s1600-h/BooBooKitty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194684938080588306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SBc6bbZdkhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4v_dvA0N91s/s320/BooBooKitty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SBc6R7ZdkgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IFVzzOf1Q04/s1600-h/BooBooKitty+Sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194684774871831042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SBc6R7ZdkgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IFVzzOf1Q04/s320/BooBooKitty+Sleeping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Faithful, 18 year old cat died at the Vet's office last night. He had Pneumonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Sunday afternoon, BooBoo was running around wanting to be feed (which was normal for him to beg for food ALL THE TIME) even after he ate, he would still beg for more! He was chasing the dogs.......and being his crazy catself. Sunday night was a different story........his breathing was very labored. Monday morning, I took him to his Vet. Monday night he died. I know he's 18, but it all happened way too quickly!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BooBoo Kitty was with me for 16.5 years. He's been my very first pet to die. Please pray for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-5451810160067350253?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5451810160067350253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=5451810160067350253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5451810160067350253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5451810160067350253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/rip-booboo-kitty.html' title='R.I.P. BooBoo Kitty'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SBc6bbZdkhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4v_dvA0N91s/s72-c/BooBooKitty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1546886435730223448</id><published>2008-04-21T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:03:43.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working-out ROCKS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I have never enjoyed working out.  In the past, I hated it.  I have felt awkward always being the biggest girl in the gym.  It's amazing how after 12 years of working-out on and off has changed my way of thinking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I called my Karla Friend today to confess something.  I really enjoy working out.  Do I like getting up at 4:45am to get to the gym by 5am?  My answer is absolutely NO!  Honestly, I think working out in the morning before I start my day helps me tremendously.  At the end of the day, my energy is zapped......all I can think about is how I can not wait to get home.  I enjoy knowing I am doing something great for my body.  I enjoy the quality time I have with Karla, even if we are sweating.  I enjoy having lots of energy at the end of the day on the days I work out. I'm amazed at the difference in my body since I started working out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Last week, I could not work out because I was sick.  I missed it.  I am shocked I even said that.  I felt the difference of not working out for a week today after I finished working out and sat in my car.  My legs were hurting.  I loved it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do you work out?  If so, do you love or hate it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1546886435730223448?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1546886435730223448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1546886435730223448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1546886435730223448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1546886435730223448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/working-out-rocks.html' title='Working-out ROCKS.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6596717298972425925</id><published>2008-04-20T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:36:32.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up for Girls or Boys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Last week, I was sick.....really sick.  I woke up on Monday morning with my severe congestion &amp;amp; headache, runny nose, just pure nastiness.  Since my eyes have been puffy, red, &amp;amp; itchy, I have not been able to wear make-up all week.  I went to the Silly Family's house one day this weekend.   I said something about not wearing make-up.  Kenny, aka Silly Dad, has said numerous times women wear make-up for other women, NOT men.  I keep thinking about Kenny's statement.  I will agree and disagree with Kenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I agree with Kenny because I love watching how everyone I know has completely different make-up talents.  I say talents because I believe it takes talent to "put on a face."  I love to people watch especially how much/little make-up women wear.  I never really thought about this until Kenny said women wear make-up for other women.  I was about 14 years old when I really started wearing make-up.  My Mom showed me how to put it on.  Mom wears little make-up.  So, I in-turn wear little make-up.  When I was in college, I always put on a full face:  foundation, powder, eye shadow, eye-liner, mascara, blush and lipstick.  In college, I put on make-up because all my friends put it on.......this is why I agree with Kenny.  We played "beauty shop" quite often.  It was great.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I also disagree with Kenny.  Since I am Single, I wear make-up to get noticed by men.  I wear make-up to enhance my natural beauty.  :)  It amazes me the color of your lips can really turn on a man.  With each man I have dated, they have always loved a different shade of lipstick on me.  This is why I disagree with Kenny.  Make-up does turn on men.  So, I wear make-up for men too.  It will be just my luck I will find a man wearing NO make-up &amp;amp; looking my worst.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;What do you think?  Do you wear make-up for Girls or Boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;P.S.  I need a "make-up" overhaul........Is anyone up for the challenge????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6596717298972425925?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6596717298972425925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6596717298972425925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6596717298972425925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6596717298972425925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-up-for-girls-or-boys.html' title='Make-up for Girls or Boys?'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8383238255204743548</id><published>2008-04-15T13:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:57:41.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pokeno Girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SAT590bPKXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZnBjBsD3n_E/s1600-h/HeatherTammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189547511077874034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SAT590bPKXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZnBjBsD3n_E/s320/HeatherTammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SAT5ukbPKWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/k14Ai40h85Q/s1600-h/PokenoGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189547249084868962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SAT5ukbPKWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/k14Ai40h85Q/s320/PokenoGirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Last night, my Pokeno Group hosted a surprise Baby Shower for Bridget. The pictures above are from the Shower. The Mom-to-be was actually surprised! I can not believe we pulled it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;P.S.  Thanks Heather for the pictures!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/19518381-8383238255204743548?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8383238255204743548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8383238255204743548&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8383238255204743548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8383238255204743548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/pokeno-girls.html' title='The Pokeno Girls.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/SAT590bPKXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZnBjBsD3n_E/s72-c/HeatherTammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2454886730525757248</id><published>2008-04-07T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:04:23.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a First time for everything.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hate when "skinny/thin" people say, I forgot to eat breakfast/lunch/supper.  Normally, "MY" Skinny Girl inside just wants to deck them right in the kisser when I hear they forgot to eat, but the Phat/Overweight Girl that I actually am holds the Skinny Girl back.  How can some just forget to eat?  Food is what gives us energy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I got to the office this morning with lots of orders and phone calls to place, lots of conversations among co-workers.  I got to the office at 7:20am....and at 9am I thought to myself I need to eat b/c I am hungry.  Then, the phone rang.  Fifteen minutes ago, I started become so hungry........I thought to myself "Why am I so hungry b/c I  had breakfast?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Guess what?  I FORGOT TO EAT BREAKFAST!  THIS PHAT GIRL FORGOT TO EAT!  WOW!  I'm off to lunch now!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2454886730525757248?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2454886730525757248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2454886730525757248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2454886730525757248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2454886730525757248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a First time for everything.....'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-9107975612554247911</id><published>2008-04-04T23:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:23:40.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: WAL-MART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Friends,  Please adhere to this very IMPORTANT warning!  NEVER GO TO WAL-MART ON FRIDAY NIGHT AT 10:30P.  If you do, never check out on register #10.  Poor Lady was the sllllloooowwwweeessttt cashier I have ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-9107975612554247911?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/9107975612554247911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=9107975612554247911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/9107975612554247911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/9107975612554247911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/warning-wal-mart.html' title='WARNING: WAL-MART'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2382335345052134698</id><published>2008-04-03T05:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:35:10.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricia's Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tricia is in ICU after a successful surgery.  Per Nate's Dad, the surgery was difficult due to the  extent of Tricia's disease.  The Great Part is Tricia is in ICU.  Her family is patiently waiting until they see her again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PRAISE GOD for miracle's.  GOD is Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Please go to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2382335345052134698?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2382335345052134698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2382335345052134698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2382335345052134698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2382335345052134698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/tricias-update.html' title='Tricia&apos;s Update'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-7203257917903334915</id><published>2008-04-02T21:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:52:36.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAY FOR TRICIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Friends,  I just read Nate's blog.  Tricia's double lung transplant is just starting.  Please pray for the Surgeon's, Tricia, Nate, their families, and the donor family.  We are so very blessed to live in this age with such great technology for organ transplants!  Praise God!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am going to bed, but I will update you tomorrow morning!  If you can not wait for my update, please go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;GOD is GLORIOUS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-7203257917903334915?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7203257917903334915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=7203257917903334915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7203257917903334915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7203257917903334915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/pray-for-tricia.html' title='PRAY FOR TRICIA'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4604105513263947846</id><published>2008-04-02T21:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:42:18.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Church for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Sunday, I slept until 10:30am.  It was blissful.  I skipped church.  I hardly ever miss church.  I was happy I slept in, but guilty.  I did not go "see Jesus" on Sunday.  Mind you, I see Jesus everyday, but I did not go to his house on Sunday to Worship &amp;amp; Praise Him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In my family, it was tradition to go to MawMaw &amp;amp; PawPaw's for lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sunday.  I absolutely loved it.  My entire family would come together for quality time.  I really grew up with lunch being "my church".  Pretty sad.  When those lunches completely stopped, I thought my life was missing something.  I ached for the quality time with my family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On Sunday, I did not think I would miss church.  I really did not until today.  I missed the quality time with Jesus and my fellow Christians on Sunday.  I missed the moment of Silence right before the Pastor prayers.  I missed all the great hugs I get each Sunday.  I love my old church, but it's time to find a new church.  No more sleeping in for me.  I'm on a mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One of my new year resolutions was to find a new church with a great Single's Ministry.  Have I done it?  Have I really looked for a new church? Nope.  Will I start soon? Yes.  I need to get plugged into a new church.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4604105513263947846?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4604105513263947846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4604105513263947846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4604105513263947846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4604105513263947846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-church-for-me.html' title='No Church for me.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3237665184564203451</id><published>2008-03-27T07:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:58:39.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAND SPANKING NEW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/R-um8ZVy98I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ldjLA6nXfqM/s1600-h/White+Sonata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182419352744556482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/R-um8ZVy98I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ldjLA6nXfqM/s320/White+Sonata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday was a great day for me! My friends, Kenny &amp;amp; Karla, and I went car shopping. I owned a 1997 Chevy Lumina which I inherited from my MawMaw. The car lasted 2.5 years. I needed a new car badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Parents paid cash for my very first car (a blue Pontiac 6000). My second car was given to me by my Parents (a Ford Aerostar mini-van). My Grandparents gave me my other 2 cars that were both blue Chevy's. I have been truly blessed to never have had a car payment. Praise God for Great Parents and Grandparents!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I test drove cars all day! My first test drive of the day was a Chevy HHR.  The HHR was okay, but not something I could see myself driving for the next 10 years. I test drove a Hyundai Sonata, Hyundai Elantra, Pontiac Vibe, Chrysler PT Cruiser and a Honda Fit. I think the worst drive was the Honda Fit. It was a very bumpy ride especially for Kenny &amp;amp; Karla who were in the back seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After test driving all day, I finally decided on a car I truly liked. We made it back to the 1st dealership we started at. They were not willing to work on a price I would be happy with. My fabulous friend Karla started calling other dealerships in the Metroplex and found one that had the car &amp;amp; price I wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I finally picked out a car I liked, but I still had such horrible anxiety of actually buying a new car. I think Kenny and I were in the parking lot for minutes (seemed like hours) discussing the car I picked out, the price of the car, what a good deal it was, etc. Honestly, I just wanted to break down and cry b/c I was so stressed out. I had a moment of weakness where I just wanted to walk away from it all and try again much later (maybe in another 10 years?!?). I told myself I would not cry. I would be an adult about all of this. So, I collected my emotions decided on a beautiful new car and drove it home that night. The paperwork was finalized on Tuesday. I am now the Proud owner of a brand new 2007 Hyundai Sonata! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3237665184564203451?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3237665184564203451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3237665184564203451&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3237665184564203451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3237665184564203451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/03/brand-spanking-new.html' title='BRAND SPANKING NEW!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5mSKXjfMFo0/R-um8ZVy98I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ldjLA6nXfqM/s72-c/White+Sonata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8990814271159254631</id><published>2008-03-24T11:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:05:06.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Saturday was extremely busy for me.  I woke up with a stomach ache, but I had to push on.  I had a HUGE day planned.  Saturday I did something I have never done (which I will blog about in another post)!  I am pretty sure my stomach ache was due to my nerves! &lt;br /&gt;I had to be at Kenny &amp;amp; Karla's house at 8:30a for breakfast.  Kenny makes the best pancakes!   Before I left home, I made a pot of coffee.   It was 8:45am so it ran out of the house.  When I walked back into the house at 11:30p, the coffee pot was &lt;em&gt;STILL ON!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The coffee pot was purchased 2 years ago.  I debated between the one I have and another that actually had automatic shut off.  The reason I did not buy the automatic shut off pot was b/c I did not think I would ever be one of &lt;em&gt;those people &lt;/em&gt;to actually leave a coffee pot on &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;day!  I thought only "old" people did things like that.  Well,  I guess I said it.  I'm old at 34.  I wonder what will happen to me when I am 35! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8990814271159254631?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8990814271159254631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8990814271159254631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8990814271159254631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8990814271159254631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-old.html' title='Getting Old.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2757353836669575508</id><published>2008-03-22T22:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:06:35.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alias....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My friend, Laura, and I were talking today.  I really do not know how we got on the subject, but we both found out we both have an alias.  Laura and I asked 2 of our friends if they had an alias.  They both replied no with crazy facial expressions.  I am pretty sure they thought Laura and I were both insane.   The simple fact is Laura and I had pretty "great" wild sides in our younger days.  Our 2 friends were very "good" girls growing up.  Laura has a first &amp;amp; last name.  I have a first and middle name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Have you ever used an alias?  Do you have an alias?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2757353836669575508?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2757353836669575508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2757353836669575508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2757353836669575508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2757353836669575508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/03/alias.html' title='Alias....'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8406442328190505116</id><published>2008-03-19T06:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:50:19.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;At 5:05am, I pulled into a parking space at the gym.  My Karla Friend was patiently waiting for me.  We walked into the gym wearing the same work-out clothes.  Karla and I both had on the same old VBS t-shirt and blue pants.  It was funny how we dressed alike.  Great minds think alike!  The work-out today was great!  I enjoyed it.  Honestly, I can not believe I am even saying that.  Was it hard? &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;  Will it continue to be hard? &lt;em&gt;Yes, until I am in better shape&lt;/em&gt;.  Will I stop working out? &lt;em&gt;NOPE.&lt;/em&gt;  I will stay on track.  I believe tomorrow I will wake up sore, but a Woman has to suffer to be Beautiful!  Right?!  :)   Oh..one more thing, it also helps that the Man who works at the gym is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Handsome&lt;/em&gt; with a &lt;em&gt;Great Body&lt;/em&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8406442328190505116?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8406442328190505116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8406442328190505116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8406442328190505116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8406442328190505116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/03/torture-part-ii.html' title='Torture: Part II'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6673216872584495714</id><published>2008-03-17T07:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:05:39.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Torture at 5am Today, Wednesday and Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I finally did it. I started a new work-out routine with my friend Karla. I found out today I am extremely out of shape. I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;keep the work-out up! I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; get fit. I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; become a Gym Rat! I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; eat healthier! I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; lose weight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I told Karla on one of the weight machines my "butt" was a little too big for the machine.....and guess what? Karla said the same thing.....and Karla's butt is way smaller than mine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I went to bed at 9:30am last night (which is extremely early for me). I always think I am going to "miss something" if I go to bed early. My "normal" bed time is between 10pm and 11pm. It was actually refreshing to go to bed early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The alarm went off at 4:30am. I dragged myself out of bed at 4:38am. I was at the gym at 5am. Within the first 5 minutes on the first cardio machine, I thought my legs were going to completely fall off! I pushed through it and did okay. I started to fell bad b/c with each new machine I had a ton of questions for Karla. How does this machine work, blah, blah, blah! Karla was extremely patient with me. Thanks Karla for your help today. I really appreciate you! Karla, I am totally amazed by you at the gym. Friends, my Karla Friend did sit-ups this morning! SIT-UPS! I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; get to the point when I will be able to do sit-ups. I have not done sit-ups since junior high school. One day soon, I will be doing sit-ups! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm really looking forward to Wednesday morning at 5am! I will get fit! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6673216872584495714?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6673216872584495714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6673216872584495714&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6673216872584495714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6673216872584495714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/03/torture-at-5am-today-wednesday-and.html' title='The Torture at 5am Today, Wednesday and Friday.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1507385351147536137</id><published>2008-03-14T21:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:04:14.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambles of Absolutely Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Last week, my Dad celebrated his 60th birthday. I flew home for the party he planned for himself (I wonder where I get planning my own parties from)! From the moment I landed in New Orleans to the moment I landed in Dallas, I was on the go. I cleaned, cleaned, and cleaned my Parents house. My Parents are neat freaks like myself so it was just light cleaning, but it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;was still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt; cleaning. Saturday was my Dad's party which most of my crazy family attended. I believe it was the first time the family was all together since my MawMaw died in 2005. Isn't it funny to only see most of your extended family on "special" occasions? It's strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Since last weekend was insanely busy, this weekend I really do not have anything planned. Laundry, a little cleaning, taking Phoebe to the Vet's office again tomorrow morning (she's just not herself...something is definitely wrong with her), and resting. Unless plans change overnight, this weekend will be very low-key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;I am going to take on a Military Pen Pal. I'm looking forward to writing to one of our Great Soldiers. I'm proud of our Military and this Country. I hope to find a Single Pen Pal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;I keep thinking about my life &amp;amp; the changes I want to make. I want a new life. Honestly, I love my life, but I keep thinking there is more to life than the normal routine. Do I have fun? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt; Am I happy? Yes. So, what's my deal? I want a new life. Weird, huh?!? I want to add something to my life. Go out more, do more community service, lose 100 lbs overnight, listen to live music more, travel more, visit my Family more, move to a different city..........Am I having a mid-life crisis at 34? If I am having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mid-life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt; crisis already, does that mean I am going to die at 68? Friends, I am sober writing this. Maybe it's my lack of sleep causing all the crazy typing?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;I called my Karla friend this week. I said the un-thinkable to Karla. I told Karla since she lost her work-out partner, I would be her new partner! Here's the kicker: Karla works out in the wee morning hours. I will have to wake up at 4:30am to be at the gym at 5am to be home by 6am to leave my house at 7am.........in order for me to get to work on time. Have I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt; my mind? If I work-out alone, I will only work-out once, never to return to the gym again. I need to be accountable to someone. Karla is my work-out accountability Partner. The torture begins Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Does anyone watch October Road? I can not find anyone who watches it........I need someone to talk to about the season finale with! Let's talk about the Road and Jeddie (Janet &amp;amp; Eddie)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1507385351147536137?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1507385351147536137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1507385351147536137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1507385351147536137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1507385351147536137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-rambles-of-absolutely-nothing.html' title='Rambles of Absolutely Nothing.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2879359217157270351</id><published>2008-03-09T23:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:24:53.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of Padded Bras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have always had trouble buying bras.  Since I first started developing "breast", I have never had a bra that actually fit correctly.  Most people assume a plus size woman's breast are bigger than most b/c of our size.  Well, I have never been blessed with breast.  I am too small for a B cup, but definitely not big enough to fill a C cup.  Sad, very sad!  I was in a plus size shop last week.  The Sales Person suggested I try padded bra's!  I purchased 6 padded bras over the weekend!  I now officially have breast!  It's a joyous world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2879359217157270351?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2879359217157270351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2879359217157270351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2879359217157270351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2879359217157270351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/03/world-of-padded-bras.html' title='The World of Padded Bras!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3407459247522315222</id><published>2008-03-05T08:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:51:51.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sensitive, strong, independent, out-going, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a niece, an aunt, a CHILD of CHRIST, a pokeno player, a girlie girl, a tomboy, fearful, tearful at movies or anything else that moves me, clean, neat, organized (but don't open my bedroom closet), passionate about life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;proud to be an American, amazed at the incredible task our Military does on a daily basis for my freedom, allergic to life (at least that is what my doctor tells me), blessed by the time my family and friends who have served this Great Country, proud of my heritage (Cajun Girl!), a techo/rave music freak, a republican, intelligent, loyal, faithful, emotional, at times overly-emotional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a Pet Parent to 2 dogs and 1 bitter old man cat, comfy in jeans &amp;amp; tshirts, someone who loves to laugh out loud &amp;amp; to make people laugh, a blogger (duh!), a mother hen who loves children, an avid reader, slave to my desk at the office, addicted to TV, fascinated with the live's of celebrities, a singer who can not carry a tune, tennis shoe loving, a fabulous cook, a horrible baker, a diabetic who is a lover of sweets, confused with directions, stubborn, pedicure loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a country music fan, a jewelry loving freak (especially rings), clean freak, a christian music junkie, a grand-daughter, a sucker for lipstick (I own way too many tubes), party planner, not afraid to stand up for myself, NOT a morning person, blue eyes with naturally red curly hair, overweight, silly, extremely organized with my monthly budget, glad I am not a teenager in this world, thinking about buying a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;caress and dove soap, looking for my husband to be, a believer that this world is NOT my home, laughable at times (you should see my bed head), blessed to have my family &amp;amp; friends, always ready for a road trip, impatient, slowly going green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3407459247522315222?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3407459247522315222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3407459247522315222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3407459247522315222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3407459247522315222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am.html' title='I am.....'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-2570809391054594265</id><published>2008-02-25T13:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:17:34.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The date I have planned has been cancelled.  The guys turned out to be a &lt;strong&gt;WEIRDO&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-2570809391054594265?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/2570809391054594265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=2570809391054594265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2570809391054594265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/2570809391054594265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/date-update.html' title='Date Update'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4074299531616354501</id><published>2008-02-25T12:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:16:15.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Skillet Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My weekend was great!  I hung out with my friend, Home Skillet (a.k.a. Karla) and her family.  Friday night, Home Skillet, Stephanie, Steph's friend, and I went to see Juno.  It was a very good movie with great funky music!  Home Skillet and I keep moving &amp;amp; grooving in our seats!  It was really a sight for sore eyes.....2 white girls trying to dance!  Shake your Groove thang!  Yea, Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Saturday, Home Skillet, Kenny (Home Skillet's Hubby), Steph, and I went to the Gun/Shooting Range.  Does this officially make me a Texan?  I pray to GOD it doesn't!  I had a great time shooting guns.  Kenny's gun is a "bang 'em up", Billy-the-kid-bad-boy gun!  It was totally awesome!  After shooting, we headed to El Fenix for dinner.  Shooting makes you really hungry!!!  We made plans to go to Lipton Landing (a.k.a Home Skillet's house) to watch the new Tyler Perry movie, "Why did I get married?"  The movie was cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4074299531616354501?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4074299531616354501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4074299531616354501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4074299531616354501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4074299531616354501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-skillet-weekend.html' title='Home Skillet Weekend!!!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1837894566991825495</id><published>2008-02-21T08:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:14:11.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I need to list 7 random things that many of you out in blogland may not know about me. The rules are to list the person who sent this to you and leave a comment on their blog so readers can visit yours. Post the rules on your blog. Share 7 facts about yourself. Tag 7 people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.  I love to People watch.  People make me laugh.  My favorite place to People Watch is at the Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2.  When I was 22, I moved to Dallas.  When people ask why I moved to Dallas, I ALWAYS tell them it was my youth and stupidity.  I do NOT want to always live here.  I would love to some day more back to Louisiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3.  I accepted Christ was I was around 5 years old.  I did not fully comprehend what that really meant until I went to see Max Lucado in "concert".  Mr. Lucado told me I was UN-conditionally loved by God.  I am &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; amazed that "&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;am loved unconditionally.  I was 25 years old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4.  I was adopted by Step-Dad when I was 30!  My Parents met when I was 7, married when I was 9, and he's been my Daddy since they said, "I Do"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5.  I have had my heart broken only once.  It was hard, but everytime I think about it I always hear the Garth Brooks song "Unanswered Prayers" in my head.  Praise God I never married that man.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6.  Getting old scares me.  I tell People I am 29, but recently turned 34.  When I was 30, I started falling apart.  What will &lt;em&gt;fall out&lt;/em&gt; at 40?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7.  I want children one day, but the thought of popping those babies out of my body scares me beyond belief!  I want a c-section or to adopt!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;These People have been Officially Tagged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysamoment.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.alwaysamoment.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ricetrio.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.ricetrio.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stonespot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.stonespot.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thericenest.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.thericenest.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taylorstreasures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.taylorstreasures.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandapalooza.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://pandapalooza.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hunanspice.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://hunanspice.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1837894566991825495?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1837894566991825495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1837894566991825495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1837894566991825495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1837894566991825495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again!'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6538597830577567442</id><published>2008-02-20T08:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:15:05.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I met someone online a couple weeks ago.  We have been talking via email, IM, and phone.  His name is Scott.  We plan to have a lunch date next week.    I have not been on a date in so long I might not know how to act!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6538597830577567442?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6538597830577567442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6538597830577567442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6538597830577567442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6538597830577567442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-secret.html' title='I have a Secret.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-5301053565840979127</id><published>2008-02-14T10:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:45:16.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To my friends &amp;amp; family: &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-5301053565840979127?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5301053565840979127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=5301053565840979127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5301053565840979127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5301053565840979127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-7397949513187874464</id><published>2008-02-11T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:45:18.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will be 29 (AGAIN) in 7 days!  HipHipHooray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-7397949513187874464?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/7397949513187874464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=7397949513187874464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7397949513187874464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/7397949513187874464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-update.html' title='Birthday UPDATE'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3000941092224910262</id><published>2008-02-11T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:44:29.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day for the Single Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Recently, I read somewhere that 15% of Singles Ladies sent flowers to themselves on Valentine's day.  Sad!  I have never even thought about sending myself flowers.  The thought of spending that kind of money on flowers for myself just makes my checkbook scream!!  I'm way to frugal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Honestly, I think Valentine's day is just another day.  When I have dated someone, we never made a huge deal about it.  The cost of dinners and flowers become outrageous.  The stress that comes with Valentine's days is nuts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This Valentine's day is going to be very lame for me this year.  I'm cooking myself dinner and going to bed early!  Exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Have you ever sent flowers to yourself?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What has been your favorite Valentine's day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3000941092224910262?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3000941092224910262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3000941092224910262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3000941092224910262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3000941092224910262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-for-single-lady.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day for the Single Lady'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-947826954478444389</id><published>2008-02-11T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:35:17.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I admit it.........I AM A BAD BLOGGER! I have not blogged in days. I have nothing new or exciting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have been doing lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went to church &amp;amp; out to lunch with friends. Sunday night, I grilled steaks and hamburgers. When one of the steaks was completely done, I tried to flip it over. Well, I dropped in on the ground. I turned around to see who just saw I dropped it, picked it up, and put it back on the grill. I could not bring myself to eat it. I washed it off and feed it to the dogs! My Girls were very excited to eat steak for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday during the day, my friend, Melanie and I went to Sam Moon's. Mel "made" me buy a purse. The purse is extremely CUTE! Saturday night, I went to my Sorority's Charity Ball. The Ball was for the Wednesday's Child program. I had a good time at the Ball, but I sure did not want to go! I really just wanted to be in PJ's for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I went to dinner with my friend, Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, I was home watching LOST. It was a good show.......much better than the very 1st show of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was my monthly Sorority Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Mardi Gras day. My family &amp;amp; friends in Louisiana were partying while I was slaving away at my desk. Tuesday night, it's a tradition I cook dinner for my Karla Friend's family. The dinner did not turn out like I wanted, but all in all it was still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, I was home being bored b/c every show I watch was a RE-RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you nothing new or exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, BlueEyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-947826954478444389?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/947826954478444389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=947826954478444389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/947826954478444389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/947826954478444389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing new.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1412560174217542065</id><published>2008-02-01T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:15:42.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you WISH for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PandaMom at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandapalooza.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pandapalooza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; posted a Wish List this week!   She did not really tag me, but I keep thinking about all the things I wish for.....and I keep thinking I should blog about it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My Wishes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I was already married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I was thinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish the work week only consisted of 20 hours, instead of 40 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish today was Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish my brother would get his life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish chocolate cake was calorie free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish to own my own house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish to meet my husband-to-be before God calls his people home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I was on a cruise right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I had more time to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I could spend more time with my Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I was a stay-at-home Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I could find a church I truly love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish LOST was so better last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish for Janet and Eddie Latekka NEVER break up on October Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I was not addictted to TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I could see my MawMaw one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish all the great tasting food was really &lt;em&gt;NOT so&lt;/em&gt; bad for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I had more time to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I did not break 2 fingernails this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I was not so technology stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish was in New Orleans right now eating beignets and drinking great coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish the decision on whether I should move home or not was not so difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish Britney Spears gets the help she needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish to someday to be in a famous movie (with lines) or to star in one of my favorite TV shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish my skin was not so dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I wish I had more time to blog today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1412560174217542065?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1412560174217542065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1412560174217542065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1412560174217542065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1412560174217542065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-do-you-wish-for.html' title='What do you WISH for?'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-4364404188428691663</id><published>2008-01-24T17:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:39:32.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HipHipHooray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My aorta/heart is working properly!  Praise God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks for all your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-4364404188428691663?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/4364404188428691663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=4364404188428691663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4364404188428691663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/4364404188428691663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiphiphooray.html' title='HipHipHooray'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1932874505195771045</id><published>2008-01-24T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:33:47.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Scary Test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The CT scan was scheduled for 1:30pm. I called Karla right before the scan. She would not get off the phone with me until I actually walked into the building. Karla said, "I want to hear you walk in the office b/c I know you will chicken out." I think I have to find a new Karla friend....a new Karla who definitely does not know me like this Karla friend does! The Question of the day is.......Where can I find a new Karla Friend? (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear Karla, I'm just joking. You know how much I love you, but can you please get out of my head sometimes..it's kinda eerie you know what I am thinking!)&lt;/span&gt; Right before I talked to Karla, I sat outside the doctor's office and thought I was going NOT walking into &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Before the CT scan, I was absolutely scared of the test. When the Nurse called me back, I was panicking inside. Honestly, I thought I was going to faint on the way to the CT scan room. My knees were wobbly and I started instantly shaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I finally walked into the CT room, the nurse explained what was going to happen &amp;amp; how the medicine was going to make me feel. The &lt;em&gt;BIG SCARY&lt;/em&gt; CT scan only took 12 minutes! 12 minutes! In the beginning, I was really afraid of the actual test. The test was a breeze. I am definitely more scared of the test results! The nurse said my doctor should receive the test results within 24 hours. I'm thinking I should hear from my doctor tomorrow morning! I will update this amazing blog when I find out the test results.........good or bad, I will update! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Please pray for me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;:  My doctor's nurse called moments ago.  I have a 4:15pm appointment to go over the test results.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1932874505195771045?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1932874505195771045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1932874505195771045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1932874505195771045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1932874505195771045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-scary-test.html' title='Big Scary Test.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8621887453726124927</id><published>2008-01-22T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:47:17.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Please pray for me.  I am going to have a CT scan tomorrow of my heart...to be exact my aorta.  I had a chest x-ray last week due to high levels of inflammation in my system.  Well, when my doctor received the chest x-ray she noticed my aorta looked a little "unusual", not abnormal.  But unusual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;enough she wanted me to do further testing.  I am so scared something major will be wrong.  It does not help I went on the internet to self-diagnose myself.  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; thing the internet tells me is I have a major disease, will have a horrible operation and die within 6 months.   Please pray for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Please pray for my Brother and his family.  They are going through major attack from the Devil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Please go read the blog of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cfhusband.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of a CF Husband&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Please read the amazing story of the life of Nathan, Tricia, and 2-week old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Gwyneth Rose. It will bring you to tears!  Praise &amp;amp; Glory are given to God.  He is the Healer in our lives!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8621887453726124927?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8621887453726124927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8621887453726124927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8621887453726124927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8621887453726124927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers Needed'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-508538383856609815</id><published>2008-01-19T12:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:43:27.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Youth in Hollywood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Youth in Hollywood completely miss the point of being serious, moral role models.  When I a child, I had great role models to look up in Hollywood......Brooke Shields,  Julia Roberts, CalistaFlockhart, Diane Keaton, etc.  Britney Spears is from my home state.  I thought she had it all together when she first became "popular".  I thought "WOW!" someone from my home state made it BIG.  I was so proud of her.  Now, I hope she does not do anything to harm herself in the next couple of days.  I pray for her emotional and physical well being.  Where did things go so wrong with her?  The sad part is Britney has two small children who at this point have not contact with their mother (at least, that's what the media is saying).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just a ordinary person with a "normal" life with no paparazzi following me.  Can you imagine your life being photographed each time you leave your home?  Paparazzi photographing the good and the bad in your life.  I assume she brings most of the chaos on yourself.  I get tired of family taking my picture during the holidays or on vacation.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I will say this:  I'm 33 yrs old.  My Family would be here so quickly, if I did anything Britney has done.  My Mother would come to TX, pack my apartment herself, and lecture me the entire 8 hours it would take to bring me back to Louisiana.  I would expect her to do that.  At times, my family should have come to TX to get me.  My wrong doings were not make public.  Thank Goodness.  I am not placing any blame on Britney's family.....Britney is a grown woman.  She does make her own decisions.  Britney needs a reality check.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Lindsay Lohan was a BIG name in the media months ago due to all the drinking, drugs, and partying.  She went into treatment.  I'm proud of her.  Lindsay's name is seldom in the media now.  I'm not saying Lindsay's name will never be media again, but she's making an effort.  Believe me, we are all human and fall short.  We all make mistakes, but for 90% of us our mistakes are not made public.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This post is NOT to demean the name Britney or Lindsay made for themselves.  It's to bring light to the awful jobs they are doing as role models.  I am pretty sure they know this.  I have a 16 year niece who looks up to these "Superstars".  What role models in Hollywood can my Niece  look up who are her age? I pray she looks up to the Hollywood that's one the right path.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Listen up Young Hollywood, it's time to get your act together and make a Positive name for yourself again.  The Youth of America are waiting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-508538383856609815?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/508538383856609815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=508538383856609815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/508538383856609815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/508538383856609815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/youth-in-hollywood.html' title='The Youth in Hollywood.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-3605425203746643664</id><published>2008-01-17T15:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:26:58.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Friends, I turn 34 in ONE MONTH from tomorrow!  Stay tuned.....Plans will be annouced soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-3605425203746643664?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/3605425203746643664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=3605425203746643664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3605425203746643664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/3605425203746643664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/30-days.html' title='30 Days.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-9001307229555355693</id><published>2008-01-17T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:35:50.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For the first time in weeks, I do not have any weekend plans.  It feels awkward and great not to "have" to do something.  I want to do something this weekend, just no plans yet.  At the same time, I would love to just stay in all weekend.  I'm torn.  Should I stay in or should I go do something?   Cleaning is a must this weekend, but it will only take an hour or so.  After cleaning, I can paint the town red!  I have books that kept calling my name.  I keep thinking I am Single, 33 with NO weekend plans.  Yep, it's horrible &amp;amp; lame! My 2 best girlfriends in Dallas are both going out of town this weekend.  Witches!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What do you when you have alone time?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;P.S.  What are you doing this weekend?  Let's do something!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-9001307229555355693?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/9001307229555355693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=9001307229555355693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/9001307229555355693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/9001307229555355693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-plans.html' title='No Plans.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-5240145927105075190</id><published>2008-01-12T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:25:37.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, I went to see the new movie called, The Bucket List.  It was a very good, heart moving experience.  The movie is based on two men from different backgrounds who have cancer.  They travel the world; experiencing, exploring adventures that they have never done before they "kick the bucket". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What things do you want to do before you go home to be with the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-5240145927105075190?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5240145927105075190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=5240145927105075190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5240145927105075190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5240145927105075190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-1560995835228120051</id><published>2008-01-04T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:45:13.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Wonder Why??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I always get so frustrated with myself when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I walk into a room and forget what I walked into the room for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I open a Cabinet door/Refrig. door and forget what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last night, I walked into my bedroom 3 times before I remembered what I needed to get.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Does this happen to anyone else?  Why am I so forgetful lately?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-1560995835228120051?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/1560995835228120051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=1560995835228120051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1560995835228120051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/1560995835228120051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/ever-wonder-why.html' title='Ever Wonder Why??'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-6029663062195982168</id><published>2008-01-03T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:46:31.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here's 1 more resolution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;READ MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-6029663062195982168?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/6029663062195982168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=6029663062195982168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6029663062195982168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/6029663062195982168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-more.html' title='1 More'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8025824223974944963</id><published>2008-01-02T14:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:18:02.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question of the Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To keep or to NOT keep?  Are you asking yourself what is this Crazy Lady talking about now?  Well, friends.......I am talking about MY new year Resolutions.  I am KEEPING them this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Resolutions are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.  Eat Healthy---It's a Lifestyle change, &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; a diet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2.  Limit flour &amp;amp; sugar products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3.  Call my friends in LA more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4.  Send out birthday, anniversary cards, etc. on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5.  Lose Weight thru the Lifestyle change, &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; a diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6.  Pray more, read the bible more, spend more alone time with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7.  Find a new church with a Great Single's Ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8.  Find my Husband-to-be (God, I need your help with this one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9.  Shave my legs more (if you only knew how long it's been, you would think I am totally insane).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10. Keep up with my cleaning better (I am really anal about my house--it's always clean &amp;amp; neat, but I can be better at it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8025824223974944963?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8025824223974944963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8025824223974944963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8025824223974944963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8025824223974944963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/question-of-day.html' title='The Question of the Day.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-8382971674711216718</id><published>2008-01-02T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:04:51.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happenings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My Life has been busy, busy, busy this holiday season. With work, work, work, and more work, I have not been doing much of anything. At the office, we had a system upgrade that caused a major system malfunction during the week of Thanksgiving. So, the month of December has been pure chaos. The week before Christmas I work 50+ hours in 4 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was so ready for a little Christmas break so I drove to New Orleans at top speed just to relax! Also, when I moved to Texas, my Mom said Santa Claus &lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt; came to Louisiana, &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; to Texas. I will go where the Santa goes. I left my home at 6am on Friday, Dec. 21st. The drive home was so peaceful with the sun coming up through the trees &amp;amp; very little traffic. My Family &amp;amp; Friends really out did themselves this year. My gifts were amazing! I am very blessed to be loved like I am. I had a "Scrooge" frame of mind this holiday season. I did not even want to put Christmas decorations out, but my friend, Karla, "made" me. I kept reminding myself it's "NOT all about me". The reason for this season is the birth of our precious Savior. I am truly moved by the simple fact that my Savior was born from a virgin mother &amp;amp; was an infant when he came to earth. Jesus could have come to earth as a man, but choose to come as an infant. The birth, life, and death of Jesus was so I could have entire life in Heaven with God. Praise the Grace of Jesus Christ! Alleluelia! Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once I finally was home with my family, my attitude was quickly changed. It was good to be home to see my family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's 2008 already! 2007 flew by so quickly! Wasn't Jan. 2, 2007 just yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-8382971674711216718?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/8382971674711216718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=8382971674711216718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8382971674711216718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/8382971674711216718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2008/01/happenings.html' title='The Happenings.'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19518381.post-5459641261575432308</id><published>2007-12-19T09:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:21:15.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Side of the Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I believe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed spitting nails today.  Everything is a "big deal" today.  The dogs did not pee fast enough this morning, packing lunch took too long, the coffee pot was not ready when I wanted it to be, picking out clothes was chaos b/c everything is dirty (I decided this morning, I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; a new wardrobe OR a maid to do laundry), I have cried &amp;amp; laughed within moments of each other, traffic was horrible, I am angry at everything &amp;amp; everyone at the office, my back &amp;amp; stomach hurt.  I decided it's not really the wrong side of the bed........it's PMS.  Watch out Dallas--I will be driving home from work today.  So, be nice to me, I really do not want to have road rage with you this afternoon.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19518381-5459641261575432308?l=thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/feeds/5459641261575432308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19518381&amp;postID=5459641261575432308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5459641261575432308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19518381/posts/default/5459641261575432308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofasinglewomandallas.blogspot.com/2007/12/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong Side of the Bed'/><author><name>Phat Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948634255796960598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
