<?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-6034683128135826812</id><updated>2012-01-16T12:50:38.631-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='The Nest'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Decor'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Alicia'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Spring 2011'/><category term='Stripalicious'/><category term='Date Nights'/><category term='Wedding updates'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Bucket List'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Weekly To Do&apos;s'/><category term='Richard'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>2011 Coming To A Close</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-6996462152925953714</id><published>2012-01-16T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:50:38.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I have decided that today being the 16th day of January and me spending nearly all of this year thus far in bed sleeping and trying to feel better I am going to get more organized, and better about my blog. From today 01/16/2012 - 01/16/2013 I will add a new blog post each and every day. Sometimes they will be about me and my family, and other times they will be cool new ideas or nifty thrifty things I think women should know about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yow_oMBeqVY/TxSMt1yIFNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FrL8VDrw8zE/s1600/signature.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yow_oMBeqVY/TxSMt1yIFNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FrL8VDrw8zE/s320/signature.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698334147689845970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-6996462152925953714?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6996462152925953714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6996462152925953714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yow_oMBeqVY/TxSMt1yIFNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FrL8VDrw8zE/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-3672678189545687208</id><published>2011-12-28T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:24:40.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Welcoming 2012...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;      Well 2011 is coming to an end; I cannot say that I am disappointed about this fact. This year has most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;definitely not been my best year ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; This year started out poorly with the January SCORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;Laughlin incident, and though not the worst times of my life, I have for sure had some pretty bad memories from this year. I must admit I have also had some pretty good memories as well, but I am ready to move on to 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Christmas was amazing as I was able to spend it with my parents whom I haven't been able to see much this year since their relocation. I love my parents both very much, and am blessed to be as close to them as we are. I can talk with them about anything, and they seem to understand where I am coming from and they never judge me. We were also blessed to have my brother and sister-in-law with us this Christmas as well. It was a fun day filled with a roller coaster of emotions, but looking back at that day it was a blessed and special day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This year I lost my mind, literally, regained it again (mostly). I have lost a significant amount of weight, and learned a lot along the way. I continue to pursue my career and dreams. I have seen my business grow, and seen it overwhelm me more then once. I have gained new friends and lost some good friends. I lost my grandmother, and gained a sister. This year all in all has just been a trail of tribulations and a roller coaster to surpass all roller coasters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am going into 2012 hoping for change, growth and strength. I am hoping that my life changes in ways no one could imagine. I am looking forward to the unknowns, and the good times and I know I will get through the bad and difficult times with my friends and family by my side. I am looking forward to continued weight loss, and health gains; and building new good habits to remove the old bad ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With that said, I love each and every one of my friends and family that were in my life this year, and hope to push through the next year with them by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now everyone I know is aware of the 2012 rumors of the worlds end. The Myan calendar end, and the end of our lives as we know it. How many of you believe it and will some how do something different early in this year "just in case"? I am just curious. While I am not 100% certain I am right on this matter, my personal belief is that we will live to see 2013 as a whole (or majority anyway). ;0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPOWCYGkICQ/TvrPQPgHt6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bKEg2_68REQ/s1600/signature.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPOWCYGkICQ/TvrPQPgHt6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bKEg2_68REQ/s320/signature.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691088957082154914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-3672678189545687208?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3672678189545687208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3672678189545687208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcoming-2012.html' title='Welcoming 2012...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPOWCYGkICQ/TvrPQPgHt6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bKEg2_68REQ/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-910592143848211687</id><published>2011-11-23T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:28:13.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I've been a naughty blogger... Is Santa gonna know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style'; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Okay so looking back on my blog for 2011, I have been a very naughty blogger. I hope Santa understands its been because my 2011 has been a VERY hectic year, with lots of changes, and I am sure so many more to come. So any who, In 2011 we have traveled more often than any other year, we have been to Reno and back in 48 hours, and to California a few times. Arizona, and Utah and I can honestly say I loved every minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see where Richard's mother's ashes were spread along with his grandfathers. It was a beautiful lake up near Reno, NV. I loved the views and the windy roads weren't as horrible as I might have thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05468.JPG" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-h8u0jmoteu8/Ts1D-NmzzRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NI74vcjRYNw/DSC05468.JPG?imgmax=800" border="0" alt="DSC05468" width="600" height="401" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style'; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Then you have my accident from January 15th, which I am still recovering from. While to many people I seem 100% normal, I am not back to myself, and quite honestly not sure I will ever be back to where I was before the accident. My memory is better then it was but not back completely. My though process while quicker then right after is much slower then it was prior to the accident. I fear I will never be back to my old self, and often those thoughts throw me spiraling down into a very deep and dark place that I find it difficult to get out of, and not even sure if I want to try sometimes. Then I realize that I have some AMAZING friends and family that keep me pushing forward, and I realize that there are people out there that have it so much worse then I do, and I should be thankful I am alive and for what God has allowed me to have back in my life after the accident. I realized shortly after that day that everything happens for a reason, what that reason is, I still am unsure of at this time; however, one day I know I will be shown why I was forced to go through such a trying time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has made for some interesting body changes, I have gone from my highest weight ever... to losing over 56# and back into size 12-14 jeans. I continue to lose weight, eat healthier and make life changing choices. My ultimate goal is still to lose over 100#, but I am doing it 1 lb at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style'; font-size: 14px;"&gt;I have still been in school, as a matter of fact four days after the accident was a start to the new semester, which has come and gone, but it was also the first time in my life I failed a class. Technically I didn't fail, I got a C, but to pass this course and move on to the next I had to get a C+ or above and I was short of that by 3.25 points. Mind you during this course I was unable to drive still, so Richard had to take me and pick me up from class; I was still stuttering severely and unable to speak quickly and understandably. My memory was gone, and very poor retention at the time. So overall I was still at a mind level of an eight year old, and the mentation of a four year old. So a C in a college level Biology course, well heck I will take it. At first when I first learned my grades there I was very distraught, and cried for days, but looking back on it now, I was lucky to get that high of a score. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style'; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Funny people my entire life have made fun of me for my memory, because I have been tested for and diagnosed with an eidetic memory. Which is much different from a photographic memory, not only can I remember things the way they look and placement; However, I can also recall sounds, conversations, dates times, smells, every single detail about any event I have ever participated in, except one.. Since the accident I can recall NONE of the accident from the start of that weekend until a few weeks after that weekend. Doctors say this is just my brain choosing to not remember these things because of how they make me feel. Either way I have always been made fun of for this memory, so as a child and adolescent I wished that I was "normal" like everyone else in the world. I wished I was average, and that I didn't have an IQ of (Ratio IQ) 205 and a (Deviation IQ) of 192.. Yes I have several IQ test over my lifetime. Even some by my Psychology professor who didn't believe I wasn't cheating his course. At the end of my eight IQ tests he administered to me he finally believed I wasn't cheating and it was simply that I truly have an eidetic memory.  Now I realize that I will never be normal, and will never take my abilities for granted again since my accident. I am blessed with the brain I was given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the rest of 2011... I enjoyed my birthday, though I turned 1/4 a century old. YUCK! This is the first year I have ever had a problem with getting older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July was fun, and I have amazing friends who have been there for me throughout this trying year. Halloween was a blast, and I have added 6 new piercings to my body this year. Lots of jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was placed back into braces, (on my teeth) and hopefully not for long. I kind of hope its over quickly, and I can go back to looking my age. As after they were put on I was carded at a local gas station buying energy drinks. I couldnt help but laugh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, I am gonna get off here. Need to get ready for a photoshoot I have today. Its with the cutest lil boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to be a better blogger.... &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/6034683128135826812-910592143848211687?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/910592143848211687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/910592143848211687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-been-naughty-blogger-is-santa-gonna.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve been a naughty blogger... Is Santa gonna know?'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-h8u0jmoteu8/Ts1D-NmzzRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NI74vcjRYNw/s72-c/DSC05468.JPG?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-1919827519459264619</id><published>2011-03-23T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:45:00.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Warnock Pro', 'Goudy Old Style', 'Adobe Caslon Pro', Palatino, 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 19px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://blog.shantimarshalla.com/wp-content/themes/dear-diary/images/blue.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 238, 255); text-align: left; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Sometimes when I look at the big picture of all the projects I want to accomplish and art I want to create, I get overwhelmed and discouraged. It’s in those moments that I feel like I’ll never get anything done. But I know that the only way to accomplish anything is to go about it in&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt; small, consistent, measured steps&lt;/strong&gt;…  because they really do add up! So I try and knock out tiny to-do's for each of my projects as often as possible — read: as often as I have the time and energy — so that I always feel like I’m managing to get at least something done :0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 19px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://blog.shantimarshalla.com/wp-content/themes/dear-diary/images/blue.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 238, 255); text-align: left; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;That said, I spent a few hours this evening today working on another drawing. Hooray! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 19px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 21px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://blog.shantimarshalla.com/wp-content/themes/dear-diary/images/blue.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 238, 255); text-align: left; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Since everything I’m creating right now is in the works, I thought I’d post a blog update. Just so I feel as though I am getting something done. I really like to feel accomplished in at least one aspect of my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/Signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-1919827519459264619?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1919827519459264619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1919827519459264619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-when-i-look-at-big-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_Signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4537598798467230339</id><published>2011-02-17T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:07:54.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>Studies.... Studies... Studies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ph2xJvSJ6K8/TV1xFRGhL-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/8TjubFhYzvo/s1600/Studying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ph2xJvSJ6K8/TV1xFRGhL-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/8TjubFhYzvo/s320/Studying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574736249058570210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as anyone that has been around me since my little accident knows. I am a different person. I feel as though I am starting to become myself again, but not quite there yet. My memory for one sucks big butt... I will spend hours studying and then in a matter of 20 minutes or so forget all that I have learned. OMG, is it one annoying thing!! I have been so busy with school, and life I have pretty much completely forgot about friends all together these days. I don't see them, I forget to call/text them, and really I just don't have time for anything with no memory. I have a HUGE MONUMENTAL test coming up, actually its at 1930 hours tonight, and not ready for it at all. I am not looking forward to it. I cannot seem to remember anything right now, and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is pretty much how I have spent 99% of my time lately. With a few check-in's from Facebook and Twitter. I am learning that my study techniques that used to work great don't work well right now. So I am learning to develop different techniques. Like I can no longer read something once and know it, and reading is challenging in itself. I cannot study with lots of surrounding noise, and its hard to focus at all. The ultimate worst part about school, I don't rememeber a lot of what I have learned previously so I am having to form a new foundation of knowledge. Which I think I would have liked, however its severely overwhelming for me right now. IT SUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to the next round of studying... See ya later. Will post more later.. YAY me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never as bad as it could be...&lt;br /&gt;Alicia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4537598798467230339?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4537598798467230339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4537598798467230339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/studies-studies-studies.html' title='Studies.... Studies... Studies....'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ph2xJvSJ6K8/TV1xFRGhL-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/8TjubFhYzvo/s72-c/Studying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4069996475236061092</id><published>2011-01-29T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:26:32.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>Week #1 Down, only 108 days left....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUTYkUs7wPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YHhcEESXJJY/s1600/college_class_onpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUTYkUs7wPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YHhcEESXJJY/s320/college_class_onpage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567813157880840434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       Well week #1 is down, I can honestly say that it wasn't what I expected at all. My classes are predominately online courses, and I did that somewhat on purpose. I wanted to be able to find a part time job while going to school. Well I learned this week that won't be possible in anyway, I am going to be overloaded this semester. I took some of my hardest courses together. I thought it was a smart idea to just "get them out of the way"... Well, yeah that was before my accident. I am learning that my memory isn't what it used to be. I have to actually think, something I never had to do before. School has always just come naturally, easy even. I mean I graduated high school at fourteen and took my first advanced college courses. So obviously school wasn't a hard thing to do for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      After all is said and done my memory isn't what it used to be but I am still pretty smart I guess. My professor has already accused me of lying to him about my head injury as my first two exams in his class (&lt;i&gt;yes in week one&lt;/i&gt;) both received 100%, one was a simple 20 question quiz, and the other was a 50 question multi-choice quiz. Well he went on to explain that while my scores are (&lt;i&gt;ultimately high&lt;/i&gt;) the course average was 38% for the 20 question quiz, and 41% for the 50 question quiz. This was in my actual "classroom course" so the next part of his email will make sense. He said if he hadn't been staring at me he would have thought I cheated. I guess since this comment is nothing new to me, as most of my professors accuse me of cheating every semester. I just have great test taking skills, I have learned how to read questions to know the answer based on the wording of a question without knowing the topic. Which my Psychology professor didn't believe I could do and decided to test me on things that were so out of the ordinary. I don't guarantee I will receive 100%, most of the time I won't. However using this technique I have never scored below an 80%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      I guess I just take it as a compliment these days. Now if I could just get through school quicker, and make more money sooner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIDE TOPIC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       I was reading the LVRJ today, and looking online for a job for a friend of mine and what do I run across....... The job that I have wanted for years, my dream job. The most amazing job in the world, and also found out it pays a significant amount more then I thought it did (&lt;i&gt;NICE!!&lt;/i&gt;). It has made me want to get done with school quicker, and have so much drive to finish right now. I am excited, received my third wind today!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4069996475236061092?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4069996475236061092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4069996475236061092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/week-1-down-only-108-days-left.html' title='Week #1 Down, only 108 days left....'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUTYkUs7wPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YHhcEESXJJY/s72-c/college_class_onpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-6849587647279353255</id><published>2011-01-26T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:32:42.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Spring Semester 2011</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my first day of "actual" class. By that I mean class room lectures. I decided to take many of my classes online this semester to try to give myself a more "flexible" schedule .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDIrHBc5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3vgKt2A38oA/s1600/DSC04679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDIrHBc5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3vgKt2A38oA/s320/DSC04679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566669782374999442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me filling my "eco-friendly" metal water bottle, to not waste so many plastic bottles. ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to class in the casual manner. First day doesn't mean I have to be all dressed and special. Just casual and comfortable. So glad that I did go with warm clot&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDKyPjNaoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/GCR-2ZJ6d9Y/s1600/DSC04682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDKyPjNaoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/GCR-2ZJ6d9Y/s320/DSC04682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566672103946414722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hes though because both of my classes, OMG, they are cold. Cannot wait to go on to my RN to MD bride classes... this shit is just not fun, especially since my accident it seems to be very difficult these days. My memory is not great but I am taking it one day at a time. About 1/2 way through my first class I started getting a horrid migraine, I know its still just from the brain swelling and trauma but its really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So inspired by my friend Jennifer and how she makes her son do his "first day of school" picture. I keep trying to get the picture to rotate but its being annoying and won't rotate when I upload it. Oh well turn your heads. ;0) See casual with my school tote. Or the tote bag I used as my school tote yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up on my blog to see how I get through this school semester as it continues to go on with my brain trauma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-6849587647279353255?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6849587647279353255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6849587647279353255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-semester-2011.html' title='Spring Semester 2011'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDIrHBc5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3vgKt2A38oA/s72-c/DSC04679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8992227056073022265</id><published>2011-01-26T16:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:05:57.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Accident 101...</title><content type='html'>So I recently had an accident which ended much worse then I could have ever imagined, but not anywhere near as bad as it could have been. Basically will explain in this post as well, because everyone keeps asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Details may not be exact, coming from many different sources as I still do not remember the weekend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the LDC (Laughlin Desert Challenge 2011) race the amazing COPS car rolled and s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUC62m0kPOI/AAAAAAAAAas/FuYOKVVbIVs/s1600/DSC05059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUC62m0kPOI/AAAAAAAAAas/FuYOKVVbIVs/s200/DSC05059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566654586726661346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tarted to show flames and smoke. I was already sitting in the Suburban playing on my laptop and downloading pictures I had taken so far. Richard heard the call come across the radio and saw it down at the far turn. He jumped in the truck and we took off like we have a million times before. No different except I had my seat-belt on, laptop in my lap and camera in my hand. Well Richard was going about 30-35mph, and  the truck hit a small (speed bump) size bump and instead of rolling over it like I would assume it would have it launched the truck off of it as though it was a ramp. The truck bounced three-four times each time the shocks on the truck would cause a higher or more severe bounce. Richard came down into the seat very hard and broke his back (T11 &amp;amp; T12), I had severe neck pain and a numb left arm (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;according to medical records&lt;/span&gt;) the doctor called for an ambulance transport to the AZ ER. They did a CT Scan of my neck and said it was fine probably just a severe sprain of the neck muscles. So we went and got meds/dinner/and back to the hotel room&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDBouerpdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/om2aOXYB8Kk/s1600/MRI-brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDBouerpdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/om2aOXYB8Kk/s200/MRI-brain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662044845581778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I seemed fine, and was ok. That night I woke up scared and sore. Unsure of what had happened or how I got back into the hotel room. As each hour went by I got progressively worse. To the point I wasn't talking at all. Or was simply saying two words trying to talk. Stuttering was extensive. As we headed back to Vegas from Laughlin I was unable to form sentences, and as the pressure increased my memory was getting worse. So David, and Richard took me to St Rose to get an additional CT &amp;amp; MRI scan. After talking with Richard and David both have said that with my symptoms and unable to talk normally they both believed I had a "brain bleed". So they wanted to make sure I was not going to die. Here is one of the prints from my MRI scan, as you can see my brain is swollen in several areas and not normal but I should say that I am doing better. There was no bleeding. The doctors sent me home &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDDwsGh-UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tx8ilpU3_DI/s1600/163211_175196765855689_100000960993204_329363_67827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUDDwsGh-UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tx8ilpU3_DI/s200/163211_175196765855689_100000960993204_329363_67827_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664380669622594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and said to remain on the Prednisone, and go ahead and take asprin for my headache that wouldn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We were all unsure if I would be able to return to the Spring 2011 semester since I was scheduled to go back the next week after the race. I did go back, and check out my next post on this subject. My head still hurts pretty much all the time. I cannot drive still, and any stress or frustration causes errors in my speech but otherwise I am doing ok. I have some severe memory issues at this time, but other then that I am doing good. I feel that with time I will return to the normal me!!! Hoping that this injury has no LONG TERM effects on me, but either way I am going to persevere through it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-8992227056073022265?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8992227056073022265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8992227056073022265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/accident-101.html' title='Accident 101...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TUC62m0kPOI/AAAAAAAAAas/FuYOKVVbIVs/s72-c/DSC05059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-2538623835548777349</id><published>2011-01-06T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:15:47.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>New Year.... New Me....</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Alicia Ver. 4.0; With the New Year upon us, and a very strange new year at that I have decided that a new year means  a new me. "Nails did, hair did, everything did..." Yepperz, that is me. I decided I am going to feel confident, and be confident about myself. GOD knows I need it. For the last year so basically all of 2010 I have felt so low, and down about myself. I felt so ugly, fat, and unattractive its been ridiculous. 2011 means changes, yeah everyone has resolutions about losing weight, and changing themselves. I hate the word resolutions though. So, instead I am just going to commit to myself. Literally!!! I am committing to taking care of myself, making sure my hair, nails, and makeup look great all the time. Making sure I feel pretty, and confident. Losing weight, but doing it healthy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Hair:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TSYwDxQM6aI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cmDzkU4i95Y/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-06%2Bat%2B13.07%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559183631354489250" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TSYwPKZ0v6I/AAAAAAAAAak/ooIcQMVz4Ik/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-06%2Bat%2B13.08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559183827084296098" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TSYwO9FhkCI/AAAAAAAAAac/k948uXb9HK0/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-06%2Bat%2B13.07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559183823509491746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me what you think... Thanks to one of my BFF's I found this hair stylist that is OMG amazing, and so much fun to be around. Literally I spent 7 1/2 hours with her Tuesday 1/4/11 getting my hair did. So many colors, and awesome work on the blending and making it look dramatic yet professional. Plus she new how to cut my hair to make it work and be easy for me to style and create amazing saloon look without having to go back every day. AWESOME-NESS!!!!! I am so ready for this upcoming semester of school now. Going back in with an entirly new attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-2538623835548777349?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/2538623835548777349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/2538623835548777349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year.... New Me....'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TSYwDxQM6aI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cmDzkU4i95Y/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-06%2Bat%2B13.07%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-51627928886898139</id><published>2011-01-03T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:53:09.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>It's 2011....</title><content type='html'>As I look toward the next year ahead, I think of what has passed. What I have endured the last 365 days, what I have had to over come. I look forward to the next year as I will continue to overcome challenges, with those that love me surrounding me. Having my best friend around me to help me get through all those days I believe are unbearable. Helping me get through all those horrid days of over stress, and under belief in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-51627928886898139?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/51627928886898139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/51627928886898139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-2011.html' title='It&apos;s 2011....'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-2701275349910907930</id><published>2010-12-26T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:00:38.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>As a new year approaches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well this Christmas was planned to be null-and-void. I wasn't expecting anything present wise, but I believe this was the best Christmas I have ever had. My mother surprised me with several presents, and I love each and everyone of them. I got a cute sweater from Richard, but it's definitely only winter wear, I would almost say snow-wear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However my best present was the confidence I found within myself to continue to pursue my dreams. I can say that I will be in school for many more years, and I now know this to be a fact. I look forward to January and all of 2011 as I see many amazing changes taking place for me and those around me. I am not sure what as of yet exactly 2011 has to offer but I can nearly guarantee that it will be amazing, and have many many ups and downs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May everyone have an amazing and blessed new year.. Welcome in 2011 with me.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/Signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-2701275349910907930?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/2701275349910907930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/2701275349910907930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-new-year-approaches.html' title='As a new year approaches...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_Signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-6107696714365975843</id><published>2010-11-25T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:24:30.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving... Hummmmmm</title><content type='html'>As I lay here in bed on this Thursday morning, I realize its just another day. Its November 25, 2010 a Thursday, but it's just another day. That isn't what I want though. I want it to be Thanksgiving, a special holiday with family and friends and lots of good food and conversations. However its just another day... Richard works, and I need to study; I sleep/clean/and get ready for black friday. Its just another day. This isn't what I want for my kids in anyway, I want them to have special memories of the holidays, each and everyone of the holidays, like I did when I was a kid. Literally my parents made sure each holiday was special, especially our birthdays!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I sit here I think of what I am thankful for I realize the list is so long. I am thankful for my family, my friends. I am thankful for my health, and my mental strength. I am thankful for the lord, and how he is always there when I need him. I am thankful for the world today, and for each and every day I can breath. I am thankful for my freedom, and my intelligence. I am thankful for everything &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am thankful for all of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/Signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-6107696714365975843?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6107696714365975843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6107696714365975843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-hummmmmm.html' title='Thanksgiving... Hummmmmm'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_Signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-786713235349382606</id><published>2010-11-24T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:45:10.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas... Oh Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I am getting better at trying to remember to blog more often. As I am sitting here thinking about all the stuff I have to do still to get ready for Christmas. I am thinking I am not gonna do ANYTHING! Not a thing this year, yep you read me right! I have also been reflecting on this year I have had. 2010 has been an odd year, I have had a ton of ups, and downs. Roller coaster of emotions, and fears that have come out throughout this year. It's been a rough ride, but we have persevered through it all. Keep an eye out, I will be posting a reflection on 2010 post in the upcoming weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/Signature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-786713235349382606?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/786713235349382606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/786713235349382606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-oh-christmas.html' title='Christmas... Oh Christmas...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_Signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-2677263515237719181</id><published>2010-11-18T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:55:42.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>Wordpress... Shmerdpress.... and Updates....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so if you read my last blog post you would know that I was trying out and thinking about going to WORDPRESS!!! YUCK! Yeah that isn't going to be happening. It has a lot of really neat features, and some really interesting stuff you can do. However, its just way too much work for a family blog.... Not worth it at all.. So I will stick with my lovely home here on blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so update about us. Well I have recently become very sick, WBC (white blood cell count) is 4x what it should be. Running fevers ranging from (((104.4 - 106.8-Hi))) being the highest. I'll explain more about the fever fiasco in a minute. But I wasn't really feeling ill, yeah I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some symptoms but they more related to a fever then anything else. I had a migraine that wouldn't go away no matter what I took. I have had migraines for years, but this was different my normal medications wouldn't get rid of it to save my life. I was lethargic, but I figured that was just due to the fever again. No other symptoms at all. Well... I was so scared, but really didn't want to spend money on a doctor right now. So I waited, and waited, and well then I gave in. My WBC count was through the roof, and they new my fever was due to an infection. So antibiotics it was. As for my fever, I went and bought three thermometers just to make sure it wasn't a technology error. ;0) It sucked that I was having fevers for so many days, but at last I am over it 98.1 (which is low for my normal range but I will take it 100%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TOVpBqindJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5F8dYG8pqXE/s200/IMG_0227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540950393869530258" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TOVpB8bulhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/eNZ_8A_PyuY/s200/IMG_0226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540950398672475666" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TOVpCexBcmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/tvVvh_-qN2o/s200/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540950407888597602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as all other updates of life, really is pretty dead right now. Richard tries to work's all the time, and I am pretty busy with school. If only we had more money everything would be great! (LMAO!) Yeah right, money isn't going solve all my problems but hey it would make life less stressful. Oh well, I am following my venture down the path of learning about all the different types of religions and choosing my path of riotousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am off for now, however, I am going to start a new project. Its going to be a photoblogging of my life, so look out for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-2677263515237719181?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/2677263515237719181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/2677263515237719181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordpress-shmerdpress-and-updates.html' title='Wordpress... Shmerdpress.... and Updates....'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TOVpBqindJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5F8dYG8pqXE/s72-c/IMG_0227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-169368151537778591</id><published>2010-11-13T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:26:10.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDPRESS 1...2...3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is pretty sure I am switching my blog over to wordpress.... They seem to have a ton more features, and special things that I could really use. I am still looking into it at this point but pretty sure the Seebach Family Blog is headed that way. IF I do change over, you will get an email, those I know follow the blog; as well as a request to change any blog links you have in your follow blog on your own blogs. I will also post the new link up here as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-169368151537778591?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/169368151537778591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/169368151537778591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordpress-123.html' title='WORDPRESS 1...2...3...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-6785971490151700314</id><published>2010-10-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:18:07.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>My life since August 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I thought my life was hectic when I was i summer semester, dear lord. Since Fall semester started I feel like I have had no time to even think. I feel like my life has been in shambles, like no one around me understands what is on my shoulders right now. Not only do I worry constantly about bills and finances, but I also worry about my school work. I am feeling like I am always behind. I knew taking classes was gonna be work, but had I known how much work I probably would have taken less of a course load. Then on top of that I still have to find the time to make for those that are important around me, which can be very challenging. I study non-stop almost it feels like. Just to be able to keep my 4.0 GPA. I wish I would be able to keep it this semester but looks like it might be dropping slightly, possible to a 3.8 or so. I just wish there was more time in the days, and I could clone myself sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-6785971490151700314?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6785971490151700314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6785971490151700314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-life-since-august-2010.html' title='My life since August 2010'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4864458037193947115</id><published>2010-10-16T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:11:27.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you pull through....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When you think your life is upside down, and no way are you going to be able to get it all on track again your friends, family and those who care about you help you get through it all. With that being said I really want to thank ALL OF YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4864458037193947115?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4864458037193947115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4864458037193947115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-makes-you-pull-through.html' title='What makes you pull through....'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-328160222809753698</id><published>2010-09-23T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:10:36.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without parents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever wonder where your life would be without your parents there? That has been a recent mystery to me that I cannot stop pondering. Would I have turned out the same way? Would I be the same person? Would I be so determined to be successful? Would I care what people thought? Would I need a man? Would I need anyone? Would I be alone? Would I have children? Would I be married? Would I be mature? Would I be immature???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these questions have been running through my mind for the last several days. I don't know why, but I know that I couldn't imagine my life without both my mother and father in it. I was blessed to be raised by two amazing parents who for the most part got along just fine (when I wasn't pushing a wedge between them), two parents who love one another unconditionally. I had two parents who are the perfect role models of what I want in my life, marriage, children, and eternity. My mother took things from her kids, no one should ever have to. She not only took it she would respond to her children's ignorant comments of hate and anger with a simple, "I love you." She was a woman of great ambition, always pushing her children for great success. No matter what their "idea" of success was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father was an amazing man, though not around often as he worked most of the days. He did so to provide for his children in a way that was beyond necessary. He would work extra so we could particiapte in extra activities, we always had the best of everything. Name brand clothing, new shoes all the time, and so much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in concusion of my thoughts I can never imagine my life without my most amazing parents, who not only cared for me. They cherished me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-328160222809753698?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/328160222809753698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/328160222809753698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/without-parents.html' title='Without parents...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-5585091226972990635</id><published>2010-08-14T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:56:48.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Lots of updates....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, it has been a little while. This post is rather long, just to get all the information in. So where to start, oh where to start. Only two weeks and one day until I am back in school full-time doing dual class loads. Its going to be busy times, but all worth it in the end. OH yeah its definitely going to be worth it in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have officially hit #111 in our movie collection, crazy how many movies we have gotten since January 2010. Yep, we officially started out movie collection for New Years. It was more of a way to save money doing things at home verses going out and costing lots of money. I even made a blog page with a list of all of our movies on it. Check it out: &lt;a href="http://filmsyrealreviews.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-personal-movie-collection-updated.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;... There is the whole list, and I update it whenever we get a new movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some minor surgery, and I am doing great after. I am feeling alright, a bit sick but nothing I cannot deal with. I am guessing I am feeling ill from the three days of back to back anesthesia. My doctor told me that it might effect me more as he usually doesn't give medication that many days back to back but I apparently needed it. Hoping all goes well and I won't need anymore for a LONG time.... Recheck is on Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-5585091226972990635?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5585091226972990635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5585091226972990635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/lots-of-updates.html' title='Lots of updates....'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8903555986738271208</id><published>2010-07-31T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T11:03:15.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Good Bye Summer School...</title><content type='html'>Well hello there world.. Yes this is how I feel, I feel as though I have said goodbye to the world as I once knew it for the last few months. I guess I pretty much did with 13 hour days at school, and lots of homework. Well I am officially done with summer school!!! At least this semester of it. I am sure I will have lots more in the future. I got an overall GPA of 4.0 and aced all my classes. Now I have a whopping 2 1/2 weeks off before school starts again, and then its back to long days, and tons of study time. I know its all worth it, but damn it is pretty difficult to accomplish all of this and have to wait forever for my end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at this as a job, while it doesn't pay me, I do have to pay them. It takes 40+ hours a week, and I rarely get to see anyone I care about. I know in the end it will all be worth it, but its just so hard to keep chugging along sometimes when the goal seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Richard, he is doing great! He is working tons, and even doing some DJ'ing again. I know how much he loves music, so I am really happy he is able to do things he loves. Here are some pictures from his last DJ'ing event.... I guess the best part was the amazing amounts of compliments that "DJ Raz" got from everybody the event staff, the Tropicana Hotel &amp;amp; Casino staff, the patrons of the party, and pretty much everyone who talked to him said he was amazing and they wanted to re-book him for another party they are having. So keep your fingers "x'ed" cause he really does enjoy this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRj-wvBxiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TqNP1U9IAXo/s1600/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRj-wvBxiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TqNP1U9IAXo/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500130974811407906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRkQZEqnVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aWkCoaL6VCY/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRkQZEqnVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aWkCoaL6VCY/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500131277697359186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRkc_1oiMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1g_-llA6sf4/s1600/IMG_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRkc_1oiMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1g_-llA6sf4/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500131494261721282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRktxdQjDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FV8wrqba0lw/s1600/IMG_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRktxdQjDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FV8wrqba0lw/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500131782459165746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Yes it was a Roller Derby Party so odd clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-8903555986738271208?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8903555986738271208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8903555986738271208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-bye-summer-school.html' title='Good Bye Summer School...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TFRj-wvBxiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TqNP1U9IAXo/s72-c/IMG_1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-2242765723144005902</id><published>2010-07-17T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:12:31.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>The end of summer closes in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;            So mostly everyone who knows me knows that I am taking Summer classes to finish my degree. Well my first class came to an end last week. I do still have three other classes that continue until the end of July. However, my first class to be over is Psychology, and it was actually something I dreaded when I started. Oh you know I totally thought it was gonna be this hippie-peace-love-and emotion sharing class. THANK GOD It was not that. It was an extremely emotional class for me, and it brought up some horrible things from my past, some evil moments and memories, some revelations as well. So last day we turned in our final exams, and left. Yeah just left. You know most of my classes the final days we have always sat around and talked about what we learned and how the class could have been better. Nope we just turned in our finals and left, never to open our textbooks again. (Giddy Laughter Ensues)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     So we leave and I receive my final grade in the class, an A.. I was so happy. Then I realize oh shucks, we are no where near done yet. I have a few more weeks, yucky!! So I will keep on swimming as Miss. Dori from Finding Nemo would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    However when I get done I am going out to celebrate, and need some ideas on what to do. Please e-mail me some ideas????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-2242765723144005902?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/2242765723144005902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/2242765723144005902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-of-summer-closes-in.html' title='The end of summer closes in...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4709357158449073919</id><published>2010-07-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:20:29.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Summer Semester 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TC9hcIRHHvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pbuER0fL3fY/s1600/School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TC9hcIRHHvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pbuER0fL3fY/s320/School.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489713606671408882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              So I started school again, Summer Semester 2010 is my first semester towards my current degree path. It is rediculous how much college degree's are costing these days, but I have it paid for, and even some money reimbursed for books, supplies, and living expenses. Thank you President Obama for your educational act!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Summer school is only 4week, 6week, 8week sessions; I am taking three 8week sessions and a 6week session. Yepperz, 4 classes during summer semester. I am bound and determined to get my degree over with so I can move on to my next one.  At least its not too overwhelming. Thanks to all of you who have been helping me along; I wouldn't know what to do with out the support, encouragement, and determination which you have allowed me to be blessed with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4709357158449073919?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4709357158449073919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4709357158449073919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-semester-2010.html' title='Summer Semester 2010'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/TC9hcIRHHvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pbuER0fL3fY/s72-c/School.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4891763842310226612</id><published>2010-07-03T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:08:58.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Education Connection...</title><content type='html'>Okay so the title is that damn commercial that is STUCK in my head yes, but it sort of goes with my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people who read this blog also follow my FB page, and already know this. However, I am back in school. Yes, again. As some friends say I am going for the most amount of letters after my name for my tombstone. Some people view that as a joke, but to me I just get bored easily. I work in a field I have studied for a few years, then I learn everything I can about it. Once that happens, well I am bored and ready to move on to the next career. I got my LPN license, then worked in dermatology for two years, then worked in oncology for two years, then worked in plastics for a year (not much to learn). I got my LVT, then worked in GP, Ophthalmology, and orthopedics, got bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly is a revolving door for me, I wish I could pick something and stick with it as many of you tell me. I just cannot do that. I get bored, and when I get bored I lose interest, and once that happens I become bad at whatever I am doing. I refuse to be associated with being bad at anything I have my name with. So I move on. This will not be my last round of school, unless I by some miracle never get bored, but it is my current round. I am going to go get my RN, BSN, and then MSN; After that I am bridging to PA, then to MD. I know it sounds like a lot of school, but really it isn't. I will be working between each degree to make sure I learn as much practical skills as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided that after I graduate, we are moving. Where??? No idea... Where not?? VEGAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4891763842310226612?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4891763842310226612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4891763842310226612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/education-connection.html' title='Education Connection...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4150105628956021281</id><published>2010-03-16T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:48:02.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6BoHCqw6AI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dS_KQh0LR2E/s1600-h/FairyTaleWedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6BoHCqw6AI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dS_KQh0LR2E/s320/FairyTaleWedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449470019302909954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Have any of you realized how people put off a facade of their life via the internet? We have myspace, twitter, facebook, blogger, wordpress, forums, galleries, photobucket, and so many other networking sites. How many of us are brutally honest on these sites? I know personally I am not. I post pictures that make it look good, not the ones I don't like. I post status updates that are my mood, but not necessarily why I am feeling that way. Sometimes I find that my attitude doesn't need to be posted for the world to see. I used to think Rich was being annoying, paranoid, or too sensitive when he would tell me not to post "too much information". I have recently realized while I don't always see it the same way or post things to his agree-ance, I do sensor my posting, sometimes I even outright lie on my posting of my mood. Especially when I don't want my friends/parents/ and those I care about calling me or worrying about me. This sums up my current feelings on technology and social networking sites lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;JUST A RANT!!! Thanks for reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Technology has made us too accessible lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;See if you cant write me, call me, page me, two-way me, chirp me, or text me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;then you must be standing right next to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;See to me, this is new-age stalking and its scary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On some chain-mail if I don't send to five friends I wont find my true love type shit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and you see I am so sick of hearing from people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because we have become addicted to these wireless connections, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and I see devices replacing the physical, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I mean what happened to "Okay give me the time and place and I am gonna come see you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;now its "Okay give me your name and your email and I'mma do a search for you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I'm confused how we except cell phones, monthly plans, overages, and activation fees;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and then have the audacity to be mad our speech isn't free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I mean its good to keep it touch but I could do that from a distance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;for instance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I will call you when I get home after nine so I wont waste my daytime minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah to a point, I do it too but sometimes you gotta say f^ck myspace;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because I need my space too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and tell facebook I want my face back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;See we all perpetuate this and whether you realize it or not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you welcome the government in because we say f^ck the patriot act; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but we do their job for them every time we fill out a profile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;an about me box, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or a questionnaire we inform them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; letting them get too close for comfort and its only getting worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Next we'll be posting obituaries and bulletins downloading corpses;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and emailing somebody just to get a hearse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We are giving people reasons to stalk, spy, and be nosy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but we dont care as long as your profile allows pictures and comment posting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We are obsessed with people getting to know us assuming that they willl keep it at a distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shit I have to admit it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dont know half the five hundred and twenty four people on my friends list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And This is our problem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we cant deal with the face to face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; so we let technology replace the space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; that people are supposed to fill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lets face it we are internally afraid of what's real;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and we've forgotten that physical contact is more important than our number of contacts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so we settle for connivence forgetting that physical contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is more inportant than our number of contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;So we let public access get excess even if its at our privacy's expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae122/AliciaSeebach/Ali_Sig.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4150105628956021281?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4150105628956021281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4150105628956021281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-any-of-you-realized-how-people-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6BoHCqw6AI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dS_KQh0LR2E/s72-c/FairyTaleWedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4552758893647022017</id><published>2010-03-12T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:33:34.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stripalicious'/><title type='text'>Stripalicious Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S5qUkGd4frI/AAAAAAAAAVI/k1ser4ZefxM/s1600-h/clothing-dress-e4-4356teal_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S5qUkGd4frI/AAAAAAAAAVI/k1ser4ZefxM/s320/clothing-dress-e4-4356teal_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447830047190187698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people think I am crazy, a comment I have heard quite a bit lately. Guess what, I don't care. This isn't about you!! Oh wait something in the world doesn't involve you, call the press. Okay so I might be being a bit rude, but people keep telling me I am being dangerous. No I am not!! I want you all to know I am doing weight loss under my doctors care. I have several medical conditions currently affecting my weight, and my overall health. I have been dealing with these issues quite well over the past year without a big Whoa is me pitty party, and I would really like to keep it that way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not wanting to go overboard, I just want to get Hott, Phat, Sexi, and oh-la-la; Okay, so being goofy there. I just need to feel confident when I look in the mirror, and see something that is what I feel okay looking at. Not trying to get to a size 00 like some people I  know, just confident, and comfortable in my own skin. Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&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/6034683128135826812-4552758893647022017?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4552758893647022017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4552758893647022017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/stripalicious-sunday_12.html' title='Stripalicious Sunday...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S5qUkGd4frI/AAAAAAAAAVI/k1ser4ZefxM/s72-c/clothing-dress-e4-4356teal_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-1616603082301976009</id><published>2010-03-01T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:24:50.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stripalicious'/><title type='text'>Stripalicious Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S4w-jhG98SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4M6cbM1VH4Q/s1600-h/kjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443794829488025890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S4w-jhG98SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4M6cbM1VH4Q/s320/kjh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As many of you know I have had some severe uncontrolable challenges with weight. I have gone from way skinny (83# at lowest) to way over weight (209# at highest); those that know me on a personal level know that this has messed with my mind well beyond what it should a normal person. I have struggled with anarexia nervosa, and belimia, I was very Pro-ana for years, eating only when around other people, and then more as an act then truly eating. That kind of backfired on me, while I am currently not activly suffering from anarexia, I will always have a eating problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My previous eating challenges has caused my thyroid to stop working, which I have been struggling with for a few years now. Well I have decided to say f-u thyroid, now its all about me, bi-o-tches... I am going to post every sunday about my stripalicious journey, I am going to get a stripper body back, and not that BS Larry's Villa stripper type, but the PENTHOUSE chick stripper body. Oh yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go ahead try and stop me, cause that's just going to give me motivation to prove you WRONG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-1616603082301976009?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1616603082301976009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1616603082301976009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/stripalicious-sunday.html' title='Stripalicious Sunday...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S4w-jhG98SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4M6cbM1VH4Q/s72-c/kjh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8681444019597366327</id><published>2010-02-19T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:12:40.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Childhood Friendships...</title><content type='html'>Childhood friendships are amazing things, you have these people who you meet and you never let go of&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S38JIUlBC3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/dWA7vpvjYwk/s1600-h/7679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440076913454418802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S38JIUlBC3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/dWA7vpvjYwk/s320/7679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Or at least at the time you think you'll never let go of. I can tell you from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; this is not how it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt;. You spend your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adolescents&lt;/span&gt; with these friends who you do everything with, tell everything to, play make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; with, share your first kiss with, your first getting caught, the first time you sneak out is to go watch the eclipse with them after your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curfew&lt;/span&gt;. When your in your twenties, you look back and realize probably 1/2 of these friends you don't speak to anymore, you grew apart, or you just lost touch and have no idea where they are anymore. I speak to 5 people I grew up with, and went to school with. I still talk to them, text them, write letters, and see them occasionally. We are no where near as close as we used to be, but we still remember those days. One of them is and always will be considered one of my best friends. We did EVERYTHING together and I do mean everything. We got into trouble together, (many times over) we snuck out together, got drunk together, partied together, tagged the walls of the club behind the MGM Grand together, snuck into the water drainage pipes, and pretended they were haunted, searched for gold together at the lake, went boating together, broke bones together, and did practically anything and everything you could think of together. We dated together, once even the same guy, without knowing it. (NOT intentional) We had crushes together and talked about it all night together; Told each other parents we were spending the night together and stayed out all night long, or spent the night at Julio's instead together. We  did some amazing things together and some amazingly stupid things together too. However much we did that got us into trouble or could have gotten us into trouble we were always side by side. Then junior high happened and we grew apart, three years of barly speaking to one another. Then high school came and back to inseperable we were. Even though we didn't go to school together we were always there for one another. Then you grow up, one of you has kids the other gets married. One of you goes to college, one of you gets a job; One of you gets ready to turn 24 and the other one dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today I lost my best childhood friend. Who will never be forgotten, and will forever be missed greatly. 2/19/2010 @ 03:28 my best friend was killed by a drunk driver in Arizona. \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take those amazing moments for granted until you realize your never going to have them ever again. Tears fall, but in joy for the memories we have had, for the amazing stories her daughter will hear when she is old enough (Late 20's), the times we shared, and the secrets which will always and forever be taken to the grave. Sadness falls for the times we won't be able to share, the life expierences I will not be able to call you freaking out over, the things we will never be able to do together, and the person my children will not be able to enjoy and know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-8681444019597366327?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8681444019597366327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8681444019597366327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/childhood-friendships.html' title='Childhood Friendships...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S38JIUlBC3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/dWA7vpvjYwk/s72-c/7679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-7833174198322947995</id><published>2010-02-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:05:21.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>New Journey...</title><content type='html'>As we begin 2010 we have had a ton of struggles, from new life, death, financial changes, and everything else you could possibly think of. Well as we end February, both Richard and I are entering a new journey. We are both looking ahead with new career paths. I have two ahead for me, and he is going into a process of which his passion truly lays. He is going back into security but with a bit more fun changes. He is going into high end security/celebrity protection for one of the larger hotels in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am going into a new change I am still going to continue with my degree but I am also going to work full time while I go ahead and go to school full time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-7833174198322947995?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7833174198322947995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7833174198322947995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-journey.html' title='New Journey...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_AliBugSignature.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-7752842763028135142</id><published>2010-02-17T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:59:42.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figured it out...</title><content type='html'>So I have decided!!! Its called "&lt;a href="http://filmsyrealreviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Filmsy... Real Reviews&lt;/a&gt;" Check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-7752842763028135142?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7752842763028135142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7752842763028135142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/figured-it-out.html' title='Figured it out...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_AliBugSignature.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-3555675227477728113</id><published>2010-02-17T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:44:04.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Movie Me 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S3upbGM2kQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OfrOMxgEjMQ/s1600-h/clapboardheliumballoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439127257966088450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S3upbGM2kQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OfrOMxgEjMQ/s320/clapboardheliumballoon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So many of my friends and family know that I am a HUGE movie buff. Give me a movie, some comfortable PJ's and a big bag of popcorn and I am one happy girl. I guess I am a easy one to please on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We recently decided to join Blockbuster's total access package. Which is basically exactly like Netflix but better. Why is it better, you ask? Oh well like Netflix you can order movies and add them to your "queue" but not like Netflix; Blockbuster has an easy, user friendly iPhone application, but even better. If your done with your three movies, you can exchange them in any store instead of having to mail them back and wait for another set to arrive in the mail. Which when you first join Netflix is super duper fast, usually two days from the time you put them in the mail box to go back until your back on your couch watching another wonderful flick on your bigscreen theater system. Then once you have been a member for between 4-6 months the turn around time drastically slows down to oh say 8 days on average. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHICH I WAS SUPER UNHAPPY WITH!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However Blockbuster, you get the movies 2 days for us (so far), but then your done watching take them back to ANY blockbuster brick and morter store and exchange them for ANYTHING else in the store. NO restrictions. Which is amazing!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have been doing this to relax after our super stress-filled days lately. Which mind you have been swamped busy, and rather stress filled with drama and life changes. So at night pop in a movie, pop some popcorn, grab something cozy to drink and curl up with; you have a tramendous night of happyness, at least for me anyway. Since we are doing this and aquiring a ton of movies, I have decided that I am going to start a second blog, mainly about movies, my reviews of the movies we own/watch/rent and so on... Which our OWN DVD collection has been growing tramendously as well. We now own well over 100 DVD's, which is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next goal is to buy a big screen TV and blu-ray player for the parents. They need to enjoy the simple pleasures of movie watching like we have been. Oh em gee!!! It is such an amazing thing, great way to whind down. So I have not decided what to call my new blog yet, hum.. Perhaps something simple, or chic, maybe something catchy... WHAT DO YOU THINK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-3555675227477728113?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3555675227477728113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3555675227477728113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/movie-me-101.html' title='Movie Me 101'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S3upbGM2kQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OfrOMxgEjMQ/s72-c/clapboardheliumballoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-154123556180789679</id><published>2010-02-14T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:43:32.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day... to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I believe that Valentines day means something different to everyone; for me it means a day to spend with those you love. Which has nothing to do with gifts, candy, balloons, or flowers. However it is always nice to get those things as surprises. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love spending time with those I love, my family, parents, husband, friends, and pets. Its like nothing else. Just a day that is called Valentines day is not a reason to make it a super special day; but the title does remind us that we need to cherish those we care about not just take them for granted, like they will always be there. This last few months, have been extremely difficult for me. Which makes it fun, and nice for me to be able to spend the day with those I care about. Those I love, and those I cherish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-154123556180789679?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/154123556180789679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/154123556180789679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-to-me.html' title='Valentines Day... to me.'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_AliBugSignature.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-5094470685929005779</id><published>2010-02-07T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:42:09.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Good morning world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S27rCpt81II/AAAAAAAAATo/Gk6pPbeoQlw/s1600-h/wake-up-good-start-day-200X200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S27rCpt81II/AAAAAAAAATo/Gk6pPbeoQlw/s320/wake-up-good-start-day-200X200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435540231073617026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay so many of you know that I am usually not a morning person. However lately that has been changing, along with my life. I am changing who I am. Yepperz, you heard me right. I am going to start a whole new year of my life and chapter of me. I know this sounds weird, but things haven't been going my way, and a friend suggested I read a book called, "More then enough" by Dave Ramsey. Well a youtuber I follow made a VLOG about this book the other day. Strange right? I thought so too. All these signs are seeming to point to this book for some reason. So I decided to watch her video, and its about people who make excuses, or place blame onto everyone else but themselves, people who whine, and won't take any responsibility. Well I am never going to be one of those people again. I am choosing to take responsibility for MY LIFE!!!  No one can make the choices in my life, of when I chose to wake up, who I chose to associate with, what I chose to do with my career paths. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These are all things in which only I have control over. I can tell you that when I was younger I took a ton of control over my own path, my own life. However as I got older, I gave a ton away to others. I would let other people tell me I wasn't good enough, and you know what I made the choice to believe their OPINIONS, and fall short of my dreams because someone else thought I wouldn't be able to do something. Well NO MORE!! I am choosing to be good enough, sexy enough, sweet enough, smart enough, fast enough, to accomplish whatever my next goal is! I am going to step into life full force and let the lord lead me into my life's work path, love path, and ME PATH! I know it sounds corny, but you know what. I DON'T CARE!! I will scream it from the mountain tops. NO ONE!! I mean NO ONE is going to make me believe, I will not allow myself to believe other peoples opinions EVER AGAIN!!!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So thanks to all of you who think "I CAN" instead of "She'll never be able to"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am finally starting to think that  myself. GO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&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/6034683128135826812-5094470685929005779?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5094470685929005779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5094470685929005779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-morning-world.html' title='Good morning world...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S27rCpt81II/AAAAAAAAATo/Gk6pPbeoQlw/s72-c/wake-up-good-start-day-200X200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4480938601200843417</id><published>2010-01-28T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:48:51.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Californi-cation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we went on an amazing road trip to California on Tuesday, it was truly a BLAST! We stopped at several places along the way, one of which being Calico Ghost Town. One of the few truly remaining original ghost towns. There 70% original, and only 30% of it had to be re-built due to a fire. They have original minors houses. Even the original red-light district still stands. Its beautiful out there. It really is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at Symons Ambulance, which is one of the main reasons we went. To pick up a new truck. Its nice. Then went to Canidae Racing/dog food to hang out for a bit. Both Scott's and the team are so sweet and friendly. Then to Huntington Beach we went. It was nice to hang out and get out of Vegas for a while. Most amazing part, my car was so nice to me. The fuel was cheap, and the time was amazing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4480938601200843417?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4480938601200843417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4480938601200843417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/californi-cation.html' title='Californi-cation...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_AliBugSignature.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-3090086793583950053</id><published>2010-01-01T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:41:54.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Re-capping NYE 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so the plan was to be a wonderful party girl, right? Well I did just that. I have 1 drink, yepperz 1!!!! I was so proud, and I had a wonderful time still. I actually like it better without liquor in my system cause I have fun without being stupid! We got to the strip which was a hassle in itself, then headed to the club, had a bit of party fun and then went out on the strip for the fireworks show. Which might I add is so much better in person then on the News. Got some PINK bunny ears which light up, they made me happy. I am really &lt;i&gt;LOVING&lt;/i&gt; the fact that I am one of the few people I know who doesn't have to drink to have an amazing time. It was my goal for the night and I totally accomplished it. I was annoyed dealing with the i-d-10-t's out there who were all drunk and groppy, one even had the audacity to fully stick his hand down my shirt. YUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only smacked him once, and it was just to get his attention to NOT do that. If I had been closer to Metro it would have ended differently. However a lovely 10 feet away with the crowd it would have took 45 minutes to get them. Metro police, mounted police, and bike police were out which really was making me feel much more comfortable. I love that our police department is so active at things like this. While they were there I saw them use a taser once, and arrest 4-5 people for various activities. The taser was a guy who was punching this women in her face. YUCK! again i-d-10-t!!! They were trying to get him off but he wouldn't it was like 5 minutes before midnight and they finally just tasered him cause she was getting pretty messed up, it was like he was on something cause it barely affected him at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all - my NYE 2010 was GREAT! I wish somethings were different but I figured with my latest job/career path choice I won't ever be able (or want) to have NYE on the Las Vegas Boulevard ever again so I wanted to do it before I have to hear all the horrible things that would scare me away from doing it! I think its an experience every one should have once, but that is it. Just once in a lifetime is good for me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-3090086793583950053?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3090086793583950053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3090086793583950053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-capping-nye-2010.html' title='Re-capping NYE 2010...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_AliBugSignature.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8548387238352755049</id><published>2009-12-31T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:52:18.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Bringing in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sz0VKWM_hMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jnb3nJhzboM/s1600-h/new_years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sz0VKWM_hMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jnb3nJhzboM/s320/new_years.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421512793926894786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So we are bringing in 2010 on the Las Vegas Strip @ Club XS located at the Encore hotel and casino. My plans are to be a wonderful party girl this year. I do not have any resolutions! I refuse to make New Years resolutions, as I can never stick with one thing for an entire year as life changes so does everything about it! I do however taken a friends suggestion and made mini-goals which I want to accomplish throughout the year of 2010. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      1. Lose weight (20-80#)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      2. Be active, rock climb, and run again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      3. Be self-sufficient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Once I get those checked off my life, I will create another goal. As I want to always have three points of interest I want to be working on within myself and my life. I want to be a better person, and a better Alicia.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-8548387238352755049?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8548387238352755049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8548387238352755049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/bringing-in-2010.html' title='Bringing in 2010'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sz0VKWM_hMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jnb3nJhzboM/s72-c/new_years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-6523813260869322763</id><published>2009-12-26T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:32:34.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucket List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Bucket List 2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SzZyTuyGN_I/AAAAAAAAASY/5ZzpRReZkzE/s1600-h/bucket+list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SzZyTuyGN_I/AAAAAAAAASY/5ZzpRReZkzE/s320/bucket+list.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419644884888205298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now that Christmas is over, and I am still alive through it I have decided to start working on a Bucket List. Some say that it's morbid or horrible to think of death, but lets face it. Death is going to happen to each and everyone of us. With this past season, and losing so many loved ones I don't want to ever look back on life and wonder what if, or wish I would have gone here or done that. I have going to not only enjoy the years of my precious life, but I am going to concur my fears and do things that scare the crud out of me. Like fly over water, and visit beautiful places. I am currently working on typing it up in an organized fashion which means I will be posting it here, on my blog. I will also be updating it and crossing things out/date stamping when they are accomplished. My goal is to not only enjoy my life, but never regret anything I do/don't do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my Christmas it was well, not great but not horrible. There were some emotions, and some unexpected things, but I got through it and have moved on. Next year its going to be great I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/AliBugSignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-6523813260869322763?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6523813260869322763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6523813260869322763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/bucket-list-2009-2010.html' title='Bucket List 2009-2010'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SzZyTuyGN_I/AAAAAAAAASY/5ZzpRReZkzE/s72-c/bucket+list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8995497793480780697</id><published>2009-12-25T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:10:07.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I was gonna send out Christmas cards but to be honest, I just decided that this year I don't want to do that. Oh well, I am allowed to do that. I don't have children, yet. So I am posting one to all those I care deeply about that actually stay up to day with our life via the blog. Here it is:&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SzViNS93KLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lmhDBCWDABo/s400/xmascard09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419345707179387058" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other then that this year Christmas has been odd. Just not really in the Christmas spirit. I guess its just all that I have going on these days. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/6034683128135826812-8995497793480780697?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8995497793480780697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8995497793480780697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-all.html' title='Merry Christmas All...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SzViNS93KLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lmhDBCWDABo/s72-c/xmascard09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8844952982519650492</id><published>2009-12-20T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:09:19.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>So not fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sy6PZzXq3jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/l7rKVsghdDo/s1600-h/sick_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sy6PZzXq3jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/l7rKVsghdDo/s200/sick_in_bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417425075222273586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as many of you know I have that one evil dreaded flu. GROSS!! I feel like crap, and what is really horrible I go from feeling better one day, to horrid the next. I have kind of been horrible as far as photo's or even hanging out with my friends lately. I guess I just don't want anyone catching this thing. It is so not fun!!! I just want to feel better, then my mother leaves town to go to my g-ma funeral which makes being sick even harder. I know that I am an adult and should be able to handle the flu without mommies help, but I must tell you it makes life so much easier when she is able to come over and help keep up with life. I mean laundry, and cleaning dishes, making me soup or popsicles, or just making sure I am not too sick. Mommies just make everything better. LOL!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to top it all off I have to wait, wait for the decision which someone else gets to make regarding my future career path. I have chosen to become a 911 dispatcher; With the help of a few friends of mine who are dispatchers for other southern nevada companies I have decided that this is something I want to spend my life doing. Helping out other people, being the forefront of the police department, and undoubtably helping everyone I encounter in one way or another. But now I have to wait for someone to chose weather I get the opportunity to prove myself to the company I applied for. It cannot stress how much I want to have this career, but its not up to me. I hope that the group of individuals that interviewed with the other day see that I am not only able, but an extreme desire for this next step in my life. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/6034683128135826812-8844952982519650492?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8844952982519650492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8844952982519650492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-not-fun.html' title='So not fun...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sy6PZzXq3jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/l7rKVsghdDo/s72-c/sick_in_bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-5011047563107409493</id><published>2009-12-03T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:24:54.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Yuckie...</title><content type='html'>I know that I feel gross, nauseous, and upset. Not for a bad reason, actually a really good one. All these feelings are because, I have applied for an amazing position that I am hoping and praying I can obtain. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad thing is if I don't get it I don't know where I will apply next, but I do know what I will continue to pursue. I will become a dispatcher, however it may not be at my goal location (LVMPD) but I will do it; and I will be the best at it that I can possibly be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-5011047563107409493?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5011047563107409493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5011047563107409493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/yuckie.html' title='Yuckie...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-807028504348910996</id><published>2009-11-26T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:37:47.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>The day of thanks and giving...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know that normal idea's of todays traditions are set by what has happened in the past. I can remember when I was a little girl, the house always smelt of Turkey, stuffing, and chocolate pies. Sneaking the cookies, or pie filling as you would pray not to get caught. The first actual Thanksgiving day I remember was in Alabama, at our tri-level house we had most of our family with us to share in the festivities. I remember getting to play on the computer with my cousins, and my uncle Louie being the sarcastic uncle he has always been. I remember starting to smell something burning, smelt of bread or pastry. Guess what??? It was the chocolate pies. Mom sat them on top of the oven after she pulled them out, and the heat went straight through the metal pie tins and continued to cook the crust. You know what my family has always done is try to remember the best and the worst thing of each day, and remember without bad good wouldn't be what it is. The peak of that day was spending time with the family and eating the pie filling, which was just as good as always, even though the crust was not great the filling was amazing as it always is when mom cooks it. The fall of the day was that not all of our family was with us. It was a year after my aunt passed, and that was hard on everyone not having her around. Oddly enough this was the true first memory of a family thanksgiving. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day after thanksgiving we would put up the tree and deck the house in little christmas lights, which just made the holidays feel real each year. Those are the times that I remember about my life growing up, yeah there were better and worse times of my life that I recall, but those are the times that made our house feel like home, and our family feel whole. I would love to start a family in a few years, and start these traditions for my family too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thanksgiving was not my ideal, but I am healthy, safe, and warm. So I can't complain about what I don't have because I am so fortunate to have so many things that I could have taken away from me. Things that many other people in life unfortunately don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the end, I am just blessed to be healthy, have amazing friends and family, and be alive. I am so excited to see what life has in store for me. There are some things I am working on that lay ahead of me that I am really excited about, but mostly. I am excited about the new adventure and possible amazing career that lays ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia ....&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/6034683128135826812-807028504348910996?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/807028504348910996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/807028504348910996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-of-thanks-and-giving.html' title='The day of thanks and giving...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4723274496784760691</id><published>2009-11-08T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:15:24.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Time to be thankful, day's 3 - 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay so it has been a bit since I have been online to post my thanksgiving thankfulness. So I have decided I will be posting all of my items one day a week for all the items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. a roof over my head, I know it seems crazy, but it has been brought to my attention lately that many people in Las Vegas as well as around the world are homeless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. four-legged children, they truly love me, and act as though they are our kids even when we don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. A vehicle that provides me with complete independence. I know this may seem a bit new-aged but recently with the horrible act that happened to my impala now that I have a car again I realize how amazing it is and how important it is for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. My parents, I know everyone is blessed to have them, but I am blessed to have them still in my life, and that care so much about me. They are amazing people, not just to me but to all the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. My urge to learn everything and anything from odd facts, to silly crazy things, to things that are going to forever change my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. My drive to always be a better person, a better wife, a better woman, and a better friend. Then to just be a better ALICIA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trusting in him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Alicia Seebach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;*** A house is a home, when it shelters a body, and comforts the soul. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/6034683128135826812-4723274496784760691?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4723274496784760691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4723274496784760691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-be-thankful-days-3-8.html' title='Time to be thankful, day&apos;s 3 - 8'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-7056502437230355552</id><published>2009-11-02T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:45:50.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Time to be thankful, day 2...</title><content type='html'>So here is my day two, thankful notes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for my health, I know better then some how crappy it is to be sick. Especially since being hospitalized for radiation poisoning, and being ill for several months with some bug I couldn't kick. Three weeks in the hospital was no fun years ago, and can only imagine how much less fun it would be now. I know personally when I get stressed out I feel very ill as well. Vomiting, fever, chills, all brought on from simple stress. Which is really NO FUN! So I am thankful that I am a healthy woman over all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Trusting in him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Alicia Seebach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;ppreciation is like salt - a little goes a long way to bring out the best in us.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6034683128135826812-7056502437230355552?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7056502437230355552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7056502437230355552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-be-thankful-day-2.html' title='Time to be thankful, day 2...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8101484146899294677</id><published>2009-11-01T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:08:12.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>November... Time to be thankful day 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Su6FV0UTgsI/AAAAAAAAARY/p7Kl_4q-iS0/s1600-h/childhood-friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Su6FV0UTgsI/AAAAAAAAARY/p7Kl_4q-iS0/s200/childhood-friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399399613131358914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is November 1st, 2009. As you might have noticed many people believe that Thanksgiving is about being thankful for things we have/know/or are able to do. I too agree that November as a whole reminds me to be thankful for things in my life which I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to have. So I am going to post a quick post everyday of November, just saying what I am happy/thankful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is day one... I am most thankful that I have some of the worlds best friends. For one, my BFF as long as I was a young kid Amber W. She is one amazing woman, who has had the cutest little girl herself. Even though there were a few years in which we didn't talk she is and always will be one of the most amazing people I have ever met. I am oh so very blessed to have David N in my life, for one person who is completely honest no matter what. One of the only people I know I can talk to about ANYTHING and never worry about judgment. I am blessed to have Jennifer M in my life as she is a great person, there whenever I just need someone to talk to. Always seems to give me the honest opinion I need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check back each day for another little note of what I am thankful for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Trusting in him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Alicia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seebach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A house is a home, when it shelters a body and comforts the soul.&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/6034683128135826812-8101484146899294677?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8101484146899294677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8101484146899294677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-time-to-be-thankful-day-1.html' title='November... Time to be thankful day 1...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Su6FV0UTgsI/AAAAAAAAARY/p7Kl_4q-iS0/s72-c/childhood-friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-689805979402912717</id><published>2009-10-28T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:13:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New car, road trip??</title><content type='html'>Okay so we bought a new Cadillac SUV which both Richard and I really like!!! Now to the point of this post, every new car me or my parents have gotten we always take on a road trip, usually short sometimes long. Usually a destination in mind. With that said we took the new SUV to Rosies Dinner in AZ. Just a reasonable trip less then 100 miles, but a fun drive. Especially with the new road going over Hoover Dam, our friends that work out there we get to visit, and the amazing valley's and Mountains along the drive. Well when we got there we decided to take some pictures as I am a photographer by heart as well as profession. The place we stopped sold lottery tickets as well but they had these two really cute meurals on the outside wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/10/28/621.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/10/28/s_621.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/10/28/622.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/10/28/s_622.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then we spent a whopping two bucks on lottery tickets, ate and headed home!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do most people take short road trips when they buy new cars??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/10/28/623.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/10/28/s_623.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/10/28/626.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/10/28/s_626.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Posted From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Alicia Seebach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-689805979402912717?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/689805979402912717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/689805979402912717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-car-road-trip.html' title='New car, road trip??'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4930872602678064955</id><published>2009-10-07T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:26:26.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard'/><title type='text'>Richard's Eye Emergency.. LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SsxCMjJ7V0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BD5X6Lr5RgI/s1600-h/DSC03771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SsxCMjJ7V0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BD5X6Lr5RgI/s200/DSC03771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389755637418383170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yep if you read the title, you know Richard had an eye emergency. Literally he had a piece of iron in his eye, but not just floating around. It was 75% thickness down in his cornea (clear part of eye), by the way iron is toxic to the cornea and causes melting/infection/uveitis/corneal inflammation/cloudy-ness.. Yes he has all of these, so we were sitting in the ER on Saturday where they took a needle and tried to remove the metal (after knumbing the eye), then they sent us on our way after perscribing one of the mildest topical anti-biotics there is. Okay fine, all is well that ends ok right? NO! So they didn't get all the metal when they sent us on our way so Sunday/Monday/and all of today he had a piece of metal in his cornea still. They called us today to ask how is follow up with the ophthomologist went??? What follow up? This is paid for by workmans comp, and you never gave us a referral or appointment time. Yep that is what Richard told the girl who called. She was very unsure, and checked she said, "You were supposed to go to iCare today at 11:30, didn't you?" Richard was very upset and handed me the phone, so needless to say I called iCare and they got us in right away. We went in and the nurse was a moron!! Okay first of all when I tell you he had a piece of metal in his cornea and it was removed with a needle wouldn't you not want to take a swab of the eye? Yeah me either but she sure did. So she made it go a bit further in the cornea we later found out. Then after Miss. I know it all gets done she puts us in a room waiting for Dr. Little, wait I actually like this guy. However his male OT (Ophtho Tech) complete idiot... Dr. Little is looking at him with his slit lamp and says yep still a piece in there, can you set me up with a 2 drill and a blade? His OT does just this, no blepharostats, or anything for the lids and walks out of the room to answer his cell phone. LOL! Yeah I know me too.. IDIOT! So Dr. Little knumbs his eye, and screams for his OT (names not used to save idiots the embarrasment) okay guess he isn't coming back is what Dr. Little says right before he says, you come hold his eyes open while I drill into his cornea and remove the top layer along with this piece of metal. Okay cool, I used to be an ophtho technician, no problem. So I do mind you I wish I video'ed this process cause it was awesome to see done on Rich. &lt;&lt;evil laughter=""&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SsxCNDPerNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bFRkP45d524/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SsxCNDPerNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bFRkP45d524/s200/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389755646031604946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;evil laughter=""&gt;So all is done and Richard is getting bandaged up, Pirate for Halloween this year.. ;0)&lt;br /&gt;Another OT comes in a blonde girl (VERY SWEET) and gives us his drops, and perscriptions. Okay awesome, so then out to check out... Okay you don't owe anything, great. Okay need to see you back on Thursday, but your going to see a different doctor, is that ok? Well I guess it has to be right? DUH! So all said and done he feels a lot bett&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;evil laughter=""&gt;er, and Dr. Little said he will see 80-90% better then he did before this surgery after all heals. He said in 72 hours he should be 100% healed and feeling&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;evil laughter=""&gt; better, or it will have gotten an infection and ruptured in which case go to the ER right away, and they will remove the eye. BTW - He wasn't joking that is really what they do. Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;evil laughter=""&gt;So pictures are now being posted below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;evil laughter=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SsxCN_JNYLI/AAAAAAAAARA/2itfo6ahgRg/s1600-h/DSC03775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SsxCN_JNYLI/AAAAAAAAARA/2itfo6ahgRg/s200/DSC03775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389755662111432882" border="0" /&gt; He is feeling good...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;evil laughter=""&gt;&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;evil laughter=""&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 98px;" src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/SignatureHalloweenColor.png" /&gt;&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4930872602678064955?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4930872602678064955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4930872602678064955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/richards-eye-emergency-lol.html' title='Richard&apos;s Eye Emergency.. LOL!'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SsxCMjJ7V0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BD5X6Lr5RgI/s72-c/DSC03771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-204255626823926926</id><published>2009-10-07T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:08:32.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding updates'/><title type='text'>Our Wedding Day... 09/19/2009</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know its been a while since our wedding, actually 18 days to be exact... Well not a lot has changed, actually nothing has. We still complain to one another, yell at one another, occasionally hit/beat one another. You should see me bruises right now. ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want to check out the wedding photographs you can locate them here: &lt;a href="http://s559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Wedding%2009-19-2009/?albumview=grid"&gt;Wedding Pictures&lt;/a&gt;, if not that is cool too. These are the ones we have gotten so far, or at least the ones I kind of like that we have gotten so far. I still haven't received the others from my other photographer. DAMN HIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 216px; height: 99px;" src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/SignatureHalloweenColor.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-204255626823926926?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/204255626823926926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/204255626823926926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-so-i-know-its-been-while-since-our.html' title='Our Wedding Day... 09/19/2009'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss32/MrsSeebach/Blog%20Photos/th_SignatureHalloweenColor.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-3027988984333159825</id><published>2009-09-18T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:49:59.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW IS THE DAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is the day before my beautiful wedding day!!! I hope all falls into place but I still have so much left to do, so I will write after my wedding tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/SeebachFamilySignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-3027988984333159825?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3027988984333159825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3027988984333159825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='TOMORROW IS THE DAY...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-5992596906427640638</id><published>2009-09-11T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:25:40.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>New Hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SqqV2ZY5bZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/v752TVwW-Nk/s1600-h/DSC03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SqqV2ZY5bZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/v752TVwW-Nk/s200/DSC03461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380277466608266642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I spend 5 1/2 hours at the hair salon... YES You read me right. I got there at 12:34pm, and didn't leave until 6:07pm... My stylist is amazing, but I had some things that needed some serious fixing.. So she did a 5 color hair color, I have three shades of red, and two of blonde, and I didnt change my base color too much so I have some brownish w/ a red tint. Then she had to let that work, and then wash, then a conditioning treatment, then blow out &amp;amp; style. It looks AWESOME! I love my hair now, but I have to get it touched up every 6-8 weeks. Which isn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SqqWCisi1jI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ncoqb7q-H40/s200/DSC03458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380277675265021490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; bad, my girl is cheap but awesome. She only charged me $100 for full highlights in 5 colors, a cut, and style. It just takes forever cause I have some seriously THICK hair. But in the end it is totally worth it, I feel sexy, saucy, and HOTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/SeebachFamilySignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-5992596906427640638?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5992596906427640638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5992596906427640638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-hair.html' title='New Hair...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SqqV2ZY5bZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/v752TVwW-Nk/s72-c/DSC03461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-376625759843748608</id><published>2009-09-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:50:27.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Stationary 101...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Okay so now that I am going to be a wedded wife, I need to purchase some stationary; which I figured would be no problem. BOY was I wrong... I should have known when I did a google search and came up with zilch that I liked.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay so here is what I have in my head, something clean line, simple, and beautiful. I want something classic, as we all know that clean line and classic never go out of style, right? I was thinking something simple with my name at the top in a very feminine font... WHAT THE HECK.. All I can find are business-y types, or children stationary, or REALLY $$$ stationary. Now I don't mind spending the big bucks if it is worth it but this is something I won't use everyday as most of my correspondence is via electronic form of some kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Any ideas ladies of mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/SeebachFamilySignature.png" /&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/6034683128135826812-376625759843748608?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/376625759843748608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/376625759843748608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/stationary-101.html' title='Stationary 101...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4835193078240014158</id><published>2009-09-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:51:07.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Nights'/><title type='text'>Shark Reef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sp8Eo2HC3bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2btTGlmavwc/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sp8Eo2HC3bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2btTGlmavwc/s200/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377021579870002610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so yesterday Richard surprised me with a trip to the "Shark Reef" at Mandalay Bay, we have been once before but I didnt have my camera so I have since wanted to return to take some pictures. Not to mention with my Veterinary background I love all animals, well except little lizards, they gross me out. So he told me he wanted to take me somewhere but wouldn't tell me where. I was totally stumped, until we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parked at Mandalay Bay then I had an idea, but he LIED and told me we were not going.. GUESS WHO WAS RIGHT THIS TIME!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we go to the booth to get our tickets, and apparently he had done his research. He pulled out my paperwork stating I was a student and a local (students &amp;amp; teachers are free with proof), and pulled out his local ID, so it was only $7 total!! What a savings!! Normally its 36.90 for two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; adults. OUCHIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sp8A5Q0EW0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YFtjlOj1ZlU/s200/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377017463869561666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW - The little info wands are now included for free!! BONUS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we go through and see the African Golden Alligator, the Kimono Dragon, the Paradise Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;, and then we come to these amazing fish called "catalyse monumise" (SPELLING), and they look like HUGE catfish!!! Li&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terally, and the guide that was sitting next to this tank said they basically are, they are related, however these fish can o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nly be found in the amazon waters. Which was really cool, since you know catfish are found in lakes local to the US. I was very amazed with the fact that so many miles away and yet so alike. These fish are too bottom dwellers, and like to live on smaller fish, plankton, and small amounts of moss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sp8EpuOwzII/AAAAAAAAAO4/4NQf9k9PnbI/s200/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377021594934758530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we came to this big room where the sting reys, jellies, octopuses, starfish are all kept. The &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manta rays, are also kept here. They are so beautiful, and very curious to people. Especially the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;small ones, the young ones will follow you around the glass as you walk. They even wave their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; sides at you. They are amazing little creatures, and when they put their bellies against the glass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it looks like they are smiling at you. I really want one of these, but richard said we won't be able to put a big enough tank in the house. So I have been doing some research, and apparently there is a bread of Manta Ray which only gets to 5 3/4" maximum at full adult life span. I am thinking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these might be able to go into a smaller salt water tank.. What do you think? They are a bit expensive, and you have to have a permit to own them, however with my Veterinary license I shouldn't have a problem getting the permit. Humm... I think I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sp8DkdkTKiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/X7JiBeKfWt0/s200/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377020405050714658" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; going to try to start talking him into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you head into the "ship wreck" area, which basically is this huge tank where the large creatures are kept. Mind you, by large I mean for this aquarium. I have in my life seen bigger, but hey what the heck. If you have ever seen the signs, flyers, or advertisments for the "shark reef" you know that they claim to have a hammer head shark, which neither time we have visited has been there. WHICH UPSETS ME! I really want to see one, I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sp8D7sZWvzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sJAvwTP_PwM/s200/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377020804168335154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; never had the opportunity to see one yet. One day I will see one, even if I have to go deep sea diving. LOL! So we took pictures in the ship wreck the lighting was really cool, so it seemed to have some interesting picture abilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to end it all we got to see a sea turtle, only one. And take some pictures out there too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Check out my facebook gallery to see tons more pictures of the Shark Reef @ Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas, NV....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/SeebachFamilySignature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4835193078240014158?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4835193078240014158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4835193078240014158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/shark-reef.html' title='Shark Reef'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sp8Eo2HC3bI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2btTGlmavwc/s72-c/DSC00341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-155436355010119824</id><published>2009-09-02T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:38:11.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Another LONG day...</title><content type='html'>So today was an extremely long day, between all the errand and crud we had to do. Most of which I was able to get done, some I was not. I still have a ton more to do this week. Well, we offically are on record as being on file with the Clark County Marriage Buerea, which is odd to me. Oh well, we have the certificate, but still have to have it all filled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Rich asked a very odd question, am I changing my name? To be completely honest this is a topic I have thought about, however I never came to a decision. I guess it isn't really that big of a deal. I just always figured weather I legally change my name or not I will be becoming Mrs. Richard Seebach... RIGHT?!?! I am not even sure where to begin in the legal name change department. Plus if I do all of this, I also have to change all my information on record with school, banks, services, and so much stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question, is it worth it??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/SeebachFamilySignature.png" width="217" height="93" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-155436355010119824?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/155436355010119824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/155436355010119824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today-was-extremely-long-day-between.html' title='Another LONG day...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-7454500309480291726</id><published>2009-08-31T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:55:04.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>19 days to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so today has not been the best of days, arguments, stress, realizing still so much to get done. Oh well, as I sit here looking at my home I truly hope only my close friends and family show up. I am really excited to see some people I have not seen in FOREVER, but I want a small intimate, and quickly over event. I want to make it nice for those close to us, but not a huge party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday someone who I do not want to show up has been asking around as to where the wedding is going to be, where the reception is going to be... All that fun stuff, and I told them I didn't want to see them at my wedding. We'll see if that happens or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the napkins, and cake topper arrived today as well; I must admit, my mother has great taste. (I am even starting to like the color &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Shh... Don't tell anyone else. It's crazy to me, how much planning goes into a wedding, even a small one. I would be amazed to know how brides who are throwing these extravagant events don't go out of their mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I think I am going to make some cinnamon strudel muffins today, but I haven't decided. Either that or some sugar-free brownies (cannot tell they are sugar free). Does anyone find it odd that I cannot pronounce the word cinnamon properly, even when I slow down and try to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later on this week, its paint time. I am waiting for my wonderful bestie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; to bring over some masking supplies, and the magic roller. LOL! I wish I had listened to him in the first place, but the walls need a new coat of paint. Fresh walls = Happy Bride... Then I am going to paint and paint, and some more you guessed it paint!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still need to get a few more items for the house, but nothing to big or expensive. Just some decor additions, and some damn good candles. Thanks to my bestie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;I think I am going with a girl she suggested who sells candles, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;says that they are very aromatic, and good quality; Dang they cannot be as bad as the Tar-get ones I bought. They just melted into all odd shapes, and oily as all get out. GROSS TOO!! My new idea I will post pictures of if I end up liking it.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;             Alicia Seebach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/Foreer-black.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-7454500309480291726?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7454500309480291726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7454500309480291726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/19-days-to-go.html' title='19 days to go...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-1760984367406269075</id><published>2009-08-29T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:44:41.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As of today its 21 days and counting... I am nervous, scared outta my mind. Oh well jumping forward and taking a leap of faith. (GREAT ADVICE From an amazing friend) I am sure it will all be fine, after all I know I want to marry him. The only thing that really scares me is the actual day and the ceremony. ARG!!! Woo Hoo&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;            Alicia Seebach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/Foreer-black.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-1760984367406269075?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1760984367406269075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1760984367406269075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-of-today-its-21-days-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-1624101883759750789</id><published>2009-08-28T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:05:26.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>22 days and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I guess some people call it cold feet, second guessing, or just butterfly or nerves. I guess that is what is going on. As each day gets closer I get more excited, and more nervous as well. Not that I am not going to go through with it or anything like that, just that I am freaking out. In 22 days I am going to be Mrs. Richard Seebach, and there is no going back. Its not as easy as just leaving, we actually have to go through court papers. Filing, and paper trails, we must have a reason, and not something stupid. We can actually have domestic problems, and need marriage counseling. I know I am thinking WAY too much into this whole thing. I guess its just odd to me that the closer we get to the day the calmer Richard gets and the more nervous I get. I 100% thought it would be the other way around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been sitting in the living room writing in my journals listening to music. That is one reason I love my Mac, music is so much better on a mac. LOL! So anyway I have been writing in both my journals. Yes I have more then one. I have a series called my Poetry Journal, up to Volume 26 now. I know CRAZY huh? Then I have a new series I started called Married Life, its only on Volume 1, wonder why? My personal journals used to be called, Long Windy Road, it was up to Volume 48, about two a year for every year I was born. But actually I started writing when I was about 6 or 8, and have been religiously ever since. Richard used to find it odd, tell me it was stupid. It was a trail, a way to prove something. Yep that is the detective in him, or is it the paranoia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am listening to my iTunes, and "Red High Heels" just came on. Is it bad that I know the words, and I am totally Jammin along with the music? Well TTYL, will write more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;             Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-1624101883759750789?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1624101883759750789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1624101883759750789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/22-days-and-counting.html' title='22 days and counting...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-6941138968980395116</id><published>2009-08-26T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:29:02.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly To Do&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Weeks To Do List...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;I know we are in the middle of the week but it's never too late to stay organized! Plus since Richard is off on Tuesday's its so much easier to get things done when he is working. I have nothing better to be doing and cannot spend time with him at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strike&gt;organize kitchen&lt;/strike&gt;, vacuum dining room, organize under the kitchen sink, &lt;strike&gt;organize hallway closet&lt;/strike&gt;, organize the laundry room, clean the laundry room sink, wash laundry room floors, clean guest bathroom, wash guest bathroom floors, restock guest bathroom, start laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: tidy up our bedroom, finish laundry, vacuum living room, dust furniture, polish wood furniture, Organize Pantry, Clean Refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: Prep the living room for painting on mon. (tape off walls, remove dust/dirt from walls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: Vacuum upstairs, Clean office, Clean Kitchen counters, clean sink, clean kitchen walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is! I hope I can atleast get half of that done! I will be striking through what I get done, so it will show my progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;div&gt;              Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-6941138968980395116?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6941138968980395116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6941138968980395116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/weeks-to-do-list.html' title='Weeks To Do List...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4917639636451685172</id><published>2009-08-23T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:09:29.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>26 Days to go...</title><content type='html'>Okay so today was a beautiful day! Stormy weather, cuddling up on my couch with my journal, a great movie, and my cashmere blankie... Oh, what could ever be better? Oh wait like Jenn said, maybe being ALONE in my house, but my headache stayed upstairs. Does anyone else ever have an OCD problem of  things? Like right now I am SO freakin OCD about my wood blinds facing all the same way! All the blinds must be facing DOWN... I hate when my blinds are facing upwards, and someone likes to annoy me and face them the upwards way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are only 26 more days until the wedding day, and still SO MUCH TO DO!!! Well, okay not really that much. I am really hoping for a very small and intimate wedding, like less then 25 people. I need to paint, and clean the walls, clean the floors, and a few other things. I miss so many people, so many things, and this wedding being over is going to be a big relief. I cannot wait to start my life as Mrs. Richard Seebach, but at the same time I need more time, or at least more hours in the day. Sleep??? Yeah right what's that? Well I will update my pictures soon... Probably in the next two or three days. Once all the pictures are up on the walls, the small decor items are all flowing, and things are pretty much finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;             Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&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/6034683128135826812-4917639636451685172?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4917639636451685172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4917639636451685172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/26-days-to-go.html' title='26 Days to go...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8747101667438292426</id><published>2009-08-20T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:00:17.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can honestly say that I never knew what family was until I met and fell in love with Richard. Of course we all know I have my parents and siblings, but its different when your choosing a family. Coming into Richard's family has had its ups and downs. Most people know Richard's mother died when he was in his early twenties, his father has been around him from the time he was 17 to now. However, recently with the wedding plans we are finding out who truly is family and who is not family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents have gone above and beyond what is expected to make our wedding the most special day of our lives. They see the love I have for him, and know that beyond all else I will stand by his side. We have some amazing friends, who not only have been god-sends with the wedding details, but have been great stress relievers and shoulders to cry on. However his father, not so much. Most people know his father and I have not gotten along but recently he has been out right rude, and disrespectful to me, and now come to find out to Richard as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to thank everyone here who has been amazing to us, who has helped us with out journey, who has helped with all the odds and ends, and the million and one things you don't think about. I want to thank EVERYONE who is our FAMILY &amp;amp; FRIENDS... You know who you are, but you are so much appreciated. It has taken me a while, but I have realized our friends are our family too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;             Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-8747101667438292426?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8747101667438292426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8747101667438292426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/family.html' title='Family...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4459271527062591055</id><published>2009-07-09T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:41:20.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Me, Myself, and I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have a sneaking suspicion that i'm going to get a few new readers, so i thought it'd be fun to talk about one of my favorite topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaPYjyShjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Lcp2_lTkYIk/s1600-h/DSC02919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356626458889586226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaPYjyShjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Lcp2_lTkYIk/s200/DSC02919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, that would be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of this stuff is pretty common knowledge if you know me in real life, or if you've been reading for a while. So I will not be offended if you skip right over this post. much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=smiley-face-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/smiley-face-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will start with something fun and easy. I am 23 years old, and am a Gemini, that in it's self should explain a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear fiance is a craddle robber.. Tee Hee Hee. We have a slight age gap, (12yrs) which most people we know seem to have an issue with but not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaPrFc1OEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KBKvMg6pXPE/s1600-h/girl%2520fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356626777164036162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaPrFc1OEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KBKvMg6pXPE/s200/girl%2520fight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; love with my entire heart, and am loyal to a fault. If you cross me, I may eventually forgive you, but I will never forget, not ever. When it comes to my family and friends(2nd family), I will defend alnd protect them with everything that I have, and I am a total giver who will stop at nothing to keep all of my loved ones happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely narcissistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;iBlog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/onyxsin"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;iTwitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1333763992&amp;amp;ref=profile#/profile.php?id=1333763992&amp;amp;v=wall"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;iFacebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/razsprincess"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;iMyspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenestie.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;iNest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. I love to talk about me and my likes/dislikes/favorite things, and of course my opinions (which are rarely wrong). Most of my posts are preposterously random. Despite this fact, I am loved and cared for by the most amazing family members and prodigious friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words "dude", "seriously", "cool", "really", and other girlie-esque terms are a part of my vocabulary. Yes, I use them all, and I use them quite often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356626990668348626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaP3g0OfNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ifBjkw4HjsI/s200/Valley_Girl_R271879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; There are also some terms, and words which I cannot stand. I do not associate myself with people who use these. Actually most of those around me that used to use them have stopped at least around me anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=smiley-face-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i574.photobucket.com/albums/ss184/OnyxSin/smiley-face-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; They Include: C^nt, N*gger, Bas*rd, and some others but I add to this list often, and believe me if I don't like something you will know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love baking, cooking, and learning to be healthy, or as healthy as I can be without feeling deprived. I am not sure what my idea of healthy is anymore. A lot has happened to me in the recent past, and therefore I am unsure what it is that I am believing to be "healthy living". But if you have a reciepe or some sort of idea for me, send it on over. I am sure I will try it out at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love entertaining, and have a blast doing it. Throwing dinner parties, BBQ's, and just fun no reason parties. I love having a theme to anything I do, not always the expected theme either. Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaQJghp_1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fIfyVlNrviM/s1600-h/ist2_1268603_girl_with_shopping_-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356627299828105042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaQJghp_1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fIfyVlNrviM/s200/ist2_1268603_girl_with_shopping_-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;everyone does a RED WHITE BLUE 4th of July party, what about a 40 &amp;amp; 50's icon 4th of July party?.?.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obsess with material things. Once I set my eyes on something cool, I must have it, I just must. and I won't stop researching it, looking at it, debating it until I get it in my hot little hands. I am a complete sucker for fun jewelry, cute clothes, awesome shoes, adorable handbags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that I have no qualms about doing silly ass shit like that to get a laugh. I'm a complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaQWZXxcaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G9hnQqPzSOg/s1600-h/bitchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356627521245901218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaQWZXxcaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G9hnQqPzSOg/s200/bitchy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; goof-ball and proud of it. But I can also be one of the biggest b*tches you'll ever meet. Don't mess with what I love and you will be just fine, usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get bored with my hair on a rutine basis, but never go super short. I am dangerously close to the 'doo boredom again, but don't think the dear fiance (DF) would be too happy with a bob right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a lot of pictures. I am a photographer by trade so it kind of comes with the teratory. Lately with this economy they primaraly serve for documenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big country music fan. Taylor Swift, Brad Paisley, Carrie Underwood, Rascal Flatts, Dixie Chicks, Faith Hill, Tim Mcgraw, Billy Ray Cyrus (and Miley). I love them all. I also love hip hop, pop, r&amp;amp;b, rap, and oldies. I have extremely aclectic musical taste, there really isn't much I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I am spent. I know I am probably missing a ton of other stuff that's extremely vital information, but i'm kind of over me - for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6034683128135826812-4459271527062591055?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4459271527062591055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4459271527062591055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-sneaking-suspicion-that-im-going.html' title='Me, Myself, and I...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SlaPYjyShjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Lcp2_lTkYIk/s72-c/DSC02919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-7943440623733184599</id><published>2009-07-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:57:49.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>July 4th, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so today is July 4th, Independence day. I am a bit curious why the fourth is such an amazing holiday. I mean really we all know that is the day we became a independent country. We celebrate with BBQ's, fireworks, and lots of outdoors time. Why do we celebrate this way???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is my question to all of you, in comments post why you think we celebrate the way we do? and if you celebrate any other ways how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;             Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-7943440623733184599?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7943440623733184599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7943440623733184599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-2009.html' title='July 4th, 2009'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8149923426614122152</id><published>2009-06-29T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:30:02.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Wifey???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sklcfry1a3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/j-8jn32vt2o/s1600-h/Photo+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sklcfry1a3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/j-8jn32vt2o/s200/Photo+48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352911331508185970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so seriously, Richard has been working days which I guess I like. I prefer him on days over nights. Especially since I cannot sleep unless he is next to me. However I must admit I am a bit lost being home alone all day. How do wives do this? I mean if you have small children I am guessing it might be a bit easier, cause they keep you occupied but what do you do when your all alone? Want to know what I have been doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV Reruns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Web and Internet (SICK OF IT)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photo Editing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling EVERYONE I know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing on my laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arguing with Mr. Know-it-all Father-in-law.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Windows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carpet Cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organizing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Budgeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wishlist Making&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being BORED&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and did I mention SLEEPING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;            Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-8149923426614122152?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8149923426614122152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8149923426614122152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-wifey.html' title='House Wifey???'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Sklcfry1a3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/j-8jn32vt2o/s72-c/Photo+48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4789973143139364899</id><published>2009-06-26T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:33:59.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Nest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Loving, Caring, Providing Husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SkTuCm290QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SxjxSPH6dJM/s1600-h/caring-for-your-husband.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SkTuCm290QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SxjxSPH6dJM/s200/caring-for-your-husband.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351663985781231874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I know I don't tell him much but today I realized just how amazing my man is. Richard has gone out of his way to show and provide for me in the most caring, and loving ways. He said the other day he was going to look and apply for a few jobs, mainly because right now the transport business is a bit slow. Not to mention that we hire a driver to do it and still make a HUGE profit. So he went out on Monday to apply for jobs in the towing and repossession fields. Guess what it is Friday and his first day of work. Yepperz, he got a job in less then a week. I know jobs are hard to find out there, but I guess he made an impression. He actually had to choose between two offers and I was surprised the one he chose. Which is another reason I know he cares so much. So he is driving for a local tow company but doing the 60 ton jobs, not the simple wheel lifts and small car tows, but the large trucks, and semi truck towing. He also does the smaller tow trucks when there are no big calls, but they gave him a 60 ton truck that they just ordered. They were actually looking for someone to hire for this new truck. I guess it is pretty abnormal to a standard tow truck so you need to know how to use air lifts, and some other equipment I don't understand. ;0) Well he is SUPER excited today is his first day and he already called me twice telling me how fun it &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SkTv63LwCiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/B-Q0agPDAUY/s200/dreamstimeweb_374010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351666051747678754" /&gt;is. I am super happy for him, but at the same time super scared. Bigger weight more risk is what I have found from researching on the web.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about the original post topic. I know he loves me, he is the one who decided to find a new job. He said he wanted to decrease my stress levels. With the transport business slowing down I was getting a bit testy about the fiances, not that we are really in risk of anything right now, but would have been headed there if the repossession business slowed anymore. We were cutting things close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SkUBITT7e5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/cILNiaUvQys/s200/DSC03154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351684974334147474" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Able to pay the bills but not much else. Well now with Richard working and hiring a driver for the transport business we have dual income without me working. Not to mention this new job he has benefits, and medical. I am so excited for him, I know he cares. He tries everything he can to make sure I am taken care of, have everything I want and need, and makes sure I am okay with EVERY decision he makes before he does it. I love my man, and I know he loves me too! So I want to thank everyone who has encouraged us, or influenced him. I want to thank everyone who has touched him in anyway, and made him the man he is today! Because I get to benifit from everyone that has touched him, hurt him, or known him. He is the worlds greatest and most amazing man I have ever met. I appreciate him more then I think he will ever know, or realize. He treats me like his queen and he is my king...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;       Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4789973143139364899?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4789973143139364899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4789973143139364899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/loving-caring-providing-husband.html' title='Loving, Caring, Providing Husband...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SkTuCm290QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SxjxSPH6dJM/s72-c/caring-for-your-husband.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-3067286143972293695</id><published>2009-06-24T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:15:22.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Higher Education Funding Options.?.?.?.</title><content type='html'>Okay so many of you know that I have been trying to find some sort of help funding my high education (college)... I want to go back an get my RN then continue on with my MD. Right now with the economy and Richard and I's position I just cannot justify spending the time and money to get my MD when I can get my RN and then work my way through school. It will also give me more time to really be ready for all that schooling to become a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my dilemma I have been running into. Everywhere I turn they slam a door in my face. I recently got the advice to not give up. Never give up. Its not over until your with the lord above. So that is what I am going to do. I am choosing no matter what I do, I will never give up. I am not going to stop trying to find funding and go back to school. I am going to MAKE sure that I get my RN or MD. One of which I would be sufficiently happy with until I find a way to further it. I really decided a long time ago that it was 100% sure that I want to continue my human nursing/medicine degree. I am ready to finish school, stop with animals, and help those that need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doors keep shutting in my face, and it seems pointless to try, but like I said I am going to continue trying. Any suggestions, tips, anything is great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positivity is hard to achieve these days, but going to try keeping a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;             Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-3067286143972293695?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3067286143972293695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/3067286143972293695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/higher-education-funding-options.html' title='Higher Education Funding Options.?.?.?.'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-4110335740378195213</id><published>2009-06-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:40:53.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f546b354e7a67324e413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Fathers Day 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f546b354e7a67324e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I know I have the worlds most wonderful father. He has always looked out for me, provided me with the very best, and spoiled me rotten.. Plus, he is caring, nurturing, stern when needed, and never lets me get hurt. I know this man would lay down his life for me, and knowing that makes me feel super special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;             Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-4110335740378195213?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4110335740378195213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/4110335740378195213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-2009.html' title='Happy Fathers Day 2009'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-1909763787251265285</id><published>2009-05-31T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:36:22.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard'/><title type='text'>Richard made me cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so speaking of Sweet Sunday's??? Richard made me this adorable VIDEO!! Which I was so super surprised about, and love like a million trillion quadrillion times better then anything he has ever bought me. It is so super sweet and yes I cried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b3c1635de1a6050" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b3c1635de1a6050%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199071%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7688766178F9D1443FA0D00313609359EA0C12A1.26EF34DE6B5D5B1511C6284F30296B9BDAA4236D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b3c1635de1a6050%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY_k_N91G9FzHRa5MA-lvhIyNBVE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b3c1635de1a6050%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199071%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7688766178F9D1443FA0D00313609359EA0C12A1.26EF34DE6B5D5B1511C6284F30296B9BDAA4236D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b3c1635de1a6050%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY_k_N91G9FzHRa5MA-lvhIyNBVE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;See isn't it just the sweetest thing, simple and too the point. I have the most amazing man ever, and he is so sweet when he wants to be. BTW - I know I am double blogging, but this was too sweet to waste on a monday. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;             Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-1909763787251265285?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1b3c1635de1a6050&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1909763787251265285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/1909763787251265285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/richard-made-me-cry.html' title='Richard made me cry...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-5065240473099965000</id><published>2009-05-31T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:15:51.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Nest'/><title type='text'>Sweet Sundays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SiLbV5nslMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nu50UK4ZtiA/s1600-h/comfy+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342073277305885890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SiLbV5nslMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nu50UK4ZtiA/s200/comfy+bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I have decided that sunday I am going to blog something, every single sunday. Not to mention it is going to be something sweet, positivie, adorable, nice, kind or in some way good. No negativity on Sunday no matter how horrible the day may be I will find something "Sweet" about it. Today is my first official "Sweet Sunday", so here it goes. Today I spent most of the morning in my wonderful bed, with my amazing finace, then we got up and I cleaned up the front living room area. Which I must admit I have not been keeping up on. But decided to tidy this morning(mid)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to bake a cake, or maybe sugar free cheesecake. ;0) Sugar free for Richard, since we want to keep his Glucose under control. I love him so much! So next I believe I will be cleaning the bedroom, office, and doing LOTS of laundry. I know Richard will help with carrying ita all upstairs since he knows how bad it hurts my back since the fusion. I did wake with a bit of a headache, I believe from sleeping wrong. I think its time for new pillows! However a little ibprofen and I feel pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hello to Sweet Sunday's and goodbye to negativity. Positivity can pull us through anything, or that is what I have been told, so we are gonna try it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-5065240473099965000?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5065240473099965000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5065240473099965000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-sundays.html' title='Sweet Sundays...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SiLbV5nslMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nu50UK4ZtiA/s72-c/comfy+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-6044874014325873149</id><published>2009-05-29T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:16:11.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SiARblDLu5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Tzp_4dkEes/s1600-h/DSC04503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SiARblDLu5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Tzp_4dkEes/s200/DSC04503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341288323561012114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we went to a friends son's baseball game last night, did I mention how strange it is... Okay let me explain. To be at a baseball game watching a friends kid play is odd because the last time I was watching a young baseball game was when I was a kid watching my brother play. (Not that long ago about 14 years)... I am still young, but it is so nice to see a father coaching his sons game. Enjoying himself, and seeing him with his three boys was just adorable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So of course it was fun hanging out with Jennifer, the mom. It was crazy, and she had the little monster with her. She was keeping track of him way better then I would have, he just wanted to play and she was keeping her eye out. I know once I have children I will be taking some parenting classes. I have seen my share of parenting skills those that REALLY lack, and those that are amazing. Pete &amp;amp; Chrissie have amazing children and so do Jennifer and Keith. They teach their children right from wrong, and what needs to be done. They also teach their kids what is acceptable in what locations i.e. public verses home. Then I know other parents who don't pay any attention to their kids except to yell at them 24/7. Their kids are terrors, and I couldn't imagine my child acting like some of the kids I know. Ahhh... Oh well not my kid. So anyway, I had a blast watching him hit. It was a good game, what we saw anyway. It seemed to fly by, I wanted to play with my camera at night, and got the opportunity to.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;           Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&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/6034683128135826812-6044874014325873149?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6044874014325873149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6044874014325873149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/baseball.html' title='Baseball'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SiARblDLu5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Tzp_4dkEes/s72-c/DSC04503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-8232453324401336826</id><published>2009-05-23T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:59:46.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Don't know what to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Ship_SngsrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9FMJkXpefvA/s1600-h/CookieSyringe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Ship_SngsrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9FMJkXpefvA/s200/CookieSyringe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339204263042134706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am marrying a MORON!!! I am so irritated with Richard today, so I have been in the medical field since I was 16, from Veterinary medicine to human medicine and I have seen many species of creature go through Diabetes, and as many of you know Richard was dx with Diabetes June 2008. Since then we have been through many ups and downs with it. Control and lack of control, and he REFUSES to take insulin other then orals. Well recently he has showed several symptoms of uncontrolled diabetes (type 1 BTW) frequent urination, excessive thirst, extreme lethargy, and even his neuropathy has gotten worse. He says his feet feel asleep 95% of the time, which no even his Lyrica will take care of very well any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am scared to death of loosing him, and I know how selfish this sounds but I am even more scared of seeing him in pain, and to damn selfish to do something to take care of it. I am scared of watching him die, and losing my best friend. I am scared that I am not worth living for. I am so full of fucking emotions it is ridiculous, I sit here and cry half the time and the other half I try to drown myself in something so that I don't think about the bad! Is this bad of me? Am I horrible? I am scared and don't know what to do.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles &amp;amp; Tootsie Pops;&lt;br /&gt;                Alicia a.k.a Leecie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss242/SaucySeebach/my-home-pink.gif" /&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/6034683128135826812-8232453324401336826?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8232453324401336826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/8232453324401336826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='Don&apos;t know what to do...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/Ship_SngsrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9FMJkXpefvA/s72-c/CookieSyringe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-7937729711188680163</id><published>2009-05-14T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:16:53.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Nest'/><title type='text'>House Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgxlE8G8fAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GJa44VmcXQY/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgxlE8G8fAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GJa44VmcXQY/s200/image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335750794056334338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Okay so as many of you know we are using our oversized backyard to hold the reception. Mainly because these reception halls are 1. Expensive 2. Very Controlling 3. Small 4. (UGLY Decor) 5. Just not what we want. To be honest we would be completely happy just getting married and enjoying that time with our family and friends. So I have patched up "most" of the holes in the walls (from moving furniture) I am so not very coordinated when it comes to moving large objects. Next is painting the stair well, and living room. Gotta clean up that area too. We have decided to keep the couches (not my choice) however we are getting rid of the tables as I hate them. So I have to find a VERY LARGE living room coffee table, and some end/side tables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;I kind of want to change the theme of my living room, I would prefer a more rustic look. You know rustic woods, shelving units, and entertainment center. I am wondering if my father will have my oversized coffee table finished before the wedding. It is rustic with glass center. I love it. It has a self under the table to store photo albums, and magazines and stuff you know? I am trying to learn some nifty decorating ideas, so any ideas ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;Well I am gonna get to going. Will write more updates and post some pictures soon!!!&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/6034683128135826812-7937729711188680163?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7937729711188680163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/7937729711188680163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-updates.html' title='House Updates'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgxlE8G8fAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GJa44VmcXQY/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-5729757457540957377</id><published>2009-05-08T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:38:33.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Baking goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgTr7f7IJtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kjvTEptF0Jc/s1600-h/DSC03961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgTr7f7IJtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kjvTEptF0Jc/s200/DSC03961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333647266127816402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so as many people know I am not a cook by any means. But today at the gym Jenn told me I should cook/or prepare food at home more often. So I decided to give it a try. Today once home from the gym I did some online research of things that are healthy for Richard and myself. So very low carbs, and sugar foods. Which was a little overwhelming to be honest. There is so much to know, learn and understand to keep from killing someone with your cooking. So that is what I did. I bought some ingredients, and made homemade cupcakes. Chicken salad, potato salad, and a few other things we can eat through the week. Not too much since we have weekend BBQ's and stuff to go to. I also bought some lunch meat, cheeses, PB &amp;amp; J, and things we can make around the house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took pictures of my cupcakes because I was SUPER proud. He He... I even made Richard and Stanley (Father-In-Law) taste them to make sure they don't kill anyone at the BBQ. LOL ;0)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/6034683128135826812-5729757457540957377?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5729757457540957377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/5729757457540957377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/baking-goodies.html' title='Baking goodies'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgTr7f7IJtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kjvTEptF0Jc/s72-c/DSC03961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-6423786302072216048</id><published>2009-05-07T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:17:14.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Big news my way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgMOz7wMWzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QEpJaiichwM/s1600-h/Candy_by_le_dix_octobre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgMOz7wMWzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QEpJaiichwM/s200/Candy_by_le_dix_octobre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333122669112744754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some serious discussions, and a little bit of deep thought we have decided to go ahead and reopen my photography business. As some of you know early last year we invested a lot of money into new photography equipment, and lots of it. Then some family matters happened, Richard's father having a small stroke, Richard wanting to start his transport company and a whole mess of other things as well. I once again put my dreams on the back burner, but not for good. We are at a place where I have time, and the interest to go ahead with my dream of Onyx Photography. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's official we are re-opening it. Mind you, it is not a studio based photography source. More of a real life, outdoors kind of photography. While posing and dressing up is wonderful for some things and projects I feel that life portraits are so much better. I know A LOT of local shoot locations which are amazing for all sorts of photography. From fields, to old ghost towns, areas of the lake, hiking locations, and even some really fun parks for kid shoots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully this adventure will do very well, and be a big success for us. Not so much monetarily more in activity. I love to be active, and recent changes in my activity levels due to an amazing gal who has been dragging my booty to the gym with little resistance. It has really made me wonder why I have turned into such a lazy person lately, well not anymore. I am so excited. WOO HOO! So please keep me in mind for any photography, prints, and specialty items such as announcements, invitations, Save The Dates, and all sorts of things. I have the equipment to do most any of it including canvas prints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Special Thanks: Candy Chemist (Pecos-St Rose &amp;amp; 215) For the amazing photography opportunity. Photo above is their candy, YUMMY!&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/6034683128135826812-6423786302072216048?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6423786302072216048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/6423786302072216048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-news-my-way.html' title='Big news my way...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgMOz7wMWzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QEpJaiichwM/s72-c/Candy_by_le_dix_octobre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-9094334999088113675</id><published>2009-05-06T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:17:40.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 11px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The Mission:&lt;br /&gt;Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Criteria:&lt;br /&gt;Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on my part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why 1001 Days?&lt;br /&gt;Many people have created lists in the past - frequently simple goals such as New Year's resolutions. The key to beating procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organising and timing some tasks such overseas trips or outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;http://triplux.com/dayzero/default.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);  font-weight: bold;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;SO DUE DATE: May 6, 2009 to February 1, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Red = Tasks to be completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;= Tasks in the process of being completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= Completed tasks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;101 Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Find out every family member’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a pedicure or manicure with my mom&lt;br /&gt;3. Write my wedding vow's with my fiance.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get Erin (SIL) her bridesmaids dress.&lt;br /&gt;5. Send flowers to PePa @ the cemetary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Host a girls get together.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make one new real friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;8. Go to lunch with one friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Fiance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dance with Richard&lt;br /&gt;10. Kiss Richard in the rain&lt;br /&gt;11. Give Richard a 30 minute back massage&lt;br /&gt;12. Watch a movie that Richard wants to watch&lt;br /&gt;13. Fix dinner for Richard 10 times (0/10)&lt;br /&gt;14. Do something sexy, unexpected (Post about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Stop biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;16. Start a weight loss/thyroid blog and/or journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;17. Get pregnant&lt;br /&gt;18. Give birth to a healthy baby&lt;br /&gt;19. Become a stay at home mom&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Text only "true friends" for 1 week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Don't wear make-up for 1 day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Drive the speed limit for 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health and Fitness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Get in the habit of doing something 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;24. Get gin the habit of taking my medication every day (30 Days)&lt;br /&gt;25. Reach 150 pounds&lt;br /&gt;26. Reach 145 pounds&lt;br /&gt;27. Reach 140 pounds&lt;br /&gt;28. Reach 135 pounds&lt;br /&gt;29. Reach 120 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Pay off the Impala&lt;br /&gt;31. Get rid of one monthly bill&lt;br /&gt;32. Create and stick to a budget x 6 months. (~)&lt;br /&gt;33. Save $2,500 for a baby fund&lt;br /&gt;34. Put $10.01 in savings for each item completed on this list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home and Organization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Paint the inside/downstairs of the house&lt;br /&gt;36. Wash all windows inside and out&lt;br /&gt;37. Clean/Get rid of boxes downstairs living room&lt;br /&gt;38. Get a formal dining room set.&lt;br /&gt;39. Knock out center island and make larger&lt;br /&gt;40. Install a new cook top&lt;br /&gt;41. Landscape the backyard&lt;br /&gt;42. Redecorate the living room area&lt;br /&gt;43. Redecorate the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;44. Organize all my recipes&lt;br /&gt;45. Get rid of 5 pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Visit Richard's Aunt &amp;amp; G`ma in California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;47. Visit my G`parents in Texas&lt;br /&gt;48. Go to Colorado/Washington just for fun&lt;br /&gt;49. Go to a zoo/aqua center&lt;br /&gt;50. Take a day trip to another city in Nevada&lt;br /&gt;51. Go to a major amusement park&lt;br /&gt;52. Go to Florida &amp;amp; see something odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Start thinking about religion with children&lt;br /&gt;54. Become more open to the thought of God&lt;br /&gt;55. Learn how to use and interpit a bible&lt;br /&gt;56. Get a bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Don’t eat out for an entire month&lt;br /&gt;58. Try Brazilian food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;59. Shop at a Organic Market&lt;br /&gt;60. Cook a sugar free meal&lt;br /&gt;61. Make a cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;62. Eat at 5 new restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books and Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Watch a horror film and try to be brave&lt;br /&gt;64. Read a book for enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;65. Watch a movie, that doesn't sound interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Ride on a train&lt;br /&gt;67. Go to a movie&lt;br /&gt;68. Go to an art museum&lt;br /&gt;69. Go to a show&lt;br /&gt;70. Go to a local event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Acts of Kindness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Randomly pick up trash 5 different times (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;72. Donate to Goodwill&lt;br /&gt;73. Send someone flowers&lt;br /&gt;74. Make eye contact and say hello to a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;75. Leave a generous tip at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Make and send a post card to Postsecret.com&lt;br /&gt;77. Write and send out a Christmas letter with pictures&lt;br /&gt;78. Create wedding favors&lt;br /&gt;79. Paint something&lt;br /&gt;80. Learn how to needle point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors and Nature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Drive to Yosimite&lt;br /&gt;82. Watch the sun set&lt;br /&gt;83. Watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;84. Climb a tree&lt;br /&gt;85. Go sledding/skiing/snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;86. Go on a picnic&lt;br /&gt;87. Go on a boat ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;88. Go to Brian Head, for fun.&lt;br /&gt;89. Go on a weekend road trip.&lt;br /&gt;90. Go camping (and try to enjoy it!)&lt;br /&gt;91. Convince Richard to take me repelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Buy a scratcher ticket from a gas station&lt;br /&gt;93. Buy a lottery ticket from AZ &amp;amp; CA&lt;br /&gt;94. Buy a gift for Richard&lt;br /&gt;95. Get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Get my eyebrows done without complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;97. Participate in a election vote&lt;br /&gt;98. Complete at least 1/2 this list with motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;99. Ride a horse&lt;br /&gt;100. Host a cookie exchange&lt;br /&gt;101. Have a yard sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034683128135826812-9094334999088113675?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/9094334999088113675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/9094334999088113675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/mission-complete-101-preset-tasks-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034683128135826812.post-275229156301092021</id><published>2009-05-06T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:30:25.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>New Blog.&gt;.&gt;.&gt;...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgHj4V0i8SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mkEvRu6U3FA/s1600-h/WeddingRing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgHj4V0i8SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mkEvRu6U3FA/s200/WeddingRing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332793990853095714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So as some of you have noticed, we have switched over to Blogger; I just don't have time to keep up on my websites anymore. Now it is easier to be able to log in from anywhere. I don't have to be at home with all my outrageously priced software just to update my blog. Plus, I can do it from my iPhone. Yet another amazing thing about APPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Oh, news on the horizon. I am now working with Apple as a developer of software. Pay is based off my work, so no set salary at this time. However this may lead into something that I could make a real fun and enjoyable career. &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;keeping&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/keeping&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So as most of you know its only 135 days until the upcoming wedding. We are trying to decide what to do there. I mean yes, we already have the ceremony completely planned and paid for, as well as some of the reception stuff. I am hoping we can get my house organized before that day comes if not I apologize now. ;0)  I am renting a room at Mandalay Bay for the "boys" to get ready. I have to go buy the mens outfits as well. As many of you know we are not going to do the Tux's, but only the grooms party knows what we are doing. I know I am such a loving fiancé to give into my dear mans request. I actually think it is kind of cool what he chose to do. After all this is a 50/50 marriage or at least that is what I am leading him to believe at this point, until further notice. We have the florist taken care of, and the dress. (UNLESS I LOSE A LOT MORE WEIGHT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So a list of what is left to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mail out second round of invitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Get Men's attire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Get my new wedding set (match Richards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Cake &amp;amp; Baked goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Pick out wedding songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Buy Serato for my DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Buy the bridal party gifts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Figure out what to get our ring-bearer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;CLEAN MY HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Order new furniture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Have someone save me from this nervous breakdown!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Alrightly, well I am gone for now, but keep looking for updates and blog-worthy information.&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/6034683128135826812-275229156301092021?l=seebachfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/275229156301092021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034683128135826812/posts/default/275229156301092021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seebachfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog.html' title='New Blog.&gt;.&gt;.&gt;...'/><author><name>Miss Understood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824231062478430851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/S6XW_SuqvJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8FcIBYGDb4s/S220/26498_1248396093379_1333763992_30522132_5139972_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g85FEkehwYc/SgHj4V0i8SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mkEvRu6U3FA/s72-c/WeddingRing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
