tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24561883984047505932024-02-02T16:02:45.040-08:00Skinny Jeans, Fat WalletGetting physically and fiscally fitEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-59039339890957423802012-05-04T08:12:00.001-07:002012-05-04T08:12:07.244-07:00Question Time!Hello Friends!<br />
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It has been so long. <br />
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April was a whirlwind month. Kentucky won the national championship, I went to Chicago, New York City, my mom visited, Adam's parents visited. Oh, and we decided to buy a house. More on that later.<br />
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I've been tasked by Mrs. Cheesefries over at <a href="http://www.thecheesefriesstandalone.com/">The Cheesefries Stand Alone</a> to answer a few little questions. <br />
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<strong>1. When you were five years old, what did you want to be when you grew up?</strong><br />
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I know this is a terrible answer, but I'm going to be completely honest. <br />
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I wanted to be a stripper. </div>
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I'm not sure what motivated me at the time. Possibly the lights and the stage? Or the fun costumes? Thankfully, I have not yet lived out my childhood dreams.<br />
<br /><strong>2. If you ever had to go to the ER or stay overnight at the hospital, what was it for?</strong><br />
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A few years ago, I had been exhausted and achey for a couple days and my mom suggested I go to the ER as we were going to be leaving for Ireland within a few days and she didn't want me to be sick. One of my friends drove me to the ER, where the doctor confirmed it was just a cold. (<em>No way in HELL I just checked into the ER for a cold</em>, I thought.) Turns out, I had pneumonia and I spent the next 3 days in bed with a box of pound cake and bottles of chocolate milk. <br />
<br /><strong>3. What was the best thing that happened to you this week?</strong><br />
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Everything? I got a promotion at work--my second one since March. This one is actually pretty big. I'll be moving to a new department, getting a new boss, new coworkers, new desk. I feel like I'm starting over again. It feels great to have made it out of an entry-level position in under a year.<br />
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We also found out that we have an accepted offer on a house! So, fingers crossed (and pending inspection), we'll be homeowners come June!<br />
<br /><strong>4. What were your best/worst subjects in school and what subjects would you want to learn now?</strong><br />
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I was pretty awesome at language arts and social studies. Science wasn't so bad, either. Math was probably my worst. Coincidentally, I now wish I had done more and tried harder in math and science. Especially since I'm marrying a math teacher. <br />
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I know they're not necessarily valuable, but I would be really devastated if I lost all of the pictures I own, especially the ones of all my travels. Luckily, most of them are digital at this point, so I'm good. I have no idea what I would have said 10 years ago, but I was 16 so it probably would have been my car!</div>
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<strong>6. What is your favorite room in your house, and why?</strong></div>
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My bedroom. Seeing as I live with roommates, so this is the only room that is technically MINE. </div>
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<br /><strong>7. You were just given a yacht, a Derby horse, and a countryside estate. What would you name each of them?</strong></div>
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Yacht: <em>Big Bertha</em>, Derby horse: <em>Debbie Marie LaRocca</em> (she'd win for sure), Countryside estate: A&E Manor. </div>
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<br /><strong>8. When was the last time you did something for the first time? What was it?</strong></div>
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This week! We put an offer on a home!</div>
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I grew up in both Oklahoma and Texas, but I'll choose Houston for this one. I love that there was always something to do and something new to try. And they have the BEST Mexican food!</div>
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A bag of lettuce! I always start in produce and I almost always buy lettuce for my lunch.</div>
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And now, questions for you, fellow bloggers!</div>
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<a href="http://healthyhappyrunner.wordpress.com/">Healthy Happy Runner</a></div>
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<a href="http://missmarymc.wordpress.com/">Miss Mary Mc</a></div>
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<a href="http://theroadtoskinnymegan.blogspot.com/">The Road to Skinny</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.theboskyblog.com/">The Bosky Blog</a></div>
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<a href="http://myhumblejourney.blogspot.com/">My Humble Journey</a></div>
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1. Would you ever consider living abroad? </div>
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2. If you could eat lunch with one famous person, who would it be? </div>
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3. Where would you want to retire to? </div>
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4. What are some of the different jobs that you have had in your life? </div>
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5. What was the last thing that you lost and later found?<br />6. What cartoon character do you identify with?<br />7. What is the unhealthiest thing you have eaten?<br />8. Five deceased people you would like to meet?</div>
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9. Do you like rainy days or snowy days better?</div>
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10. Were you an honor roll student in school?<br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-22208665136261933952012-03-20T15:51:00.000-07:002012-03-20T15:51:10.260-07:00Before/After<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TIqcBJ0fN4Is23Vcm_nJA-ZQp5hd-V2_xiHE64rjkAv5wQQFxftX89skOPXTGm86E5GmZIJaSBR-yi1LmE1siLMakpeEc6H_a3rYGhEhkYbiAqENypkr2EpbLlhP3Um16vQcSPqkVuY/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TIqcBJ0fN4Is23Vcm_nJA-ZQp5hd-V2_xiHE64rjkAv5wQQFxftX89skOPXTGm86E5GmZIJaSBR-yi1LmE1siLMakpeEc6H_a3rYGhEhkYbiAqENypkr2EpbLlhP3Um16vQcSPqkVuY/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Z19236Q94pXDz9fnWsQnWHC5gqsknVP9K9VM8f0k_GFdV-7VWlTPP0QOrdhifQbemWefFWWD0tDb4dVvr-njHLtbZD5lZDfXZou0sH3hlviY252tAqeARDJ5SLnfUzveFxLwiNIIjtM/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Z19236Q94pXDz9fnWsQnWHC5gqsknVP9K9VM8f0k_GFdV-7VWlTPP0QOrdhifQbemWefFWWD0tDb4dVvr-njHLtbZD5lZDfXZou0sH3hlviY252tAqeARDJ5SLnfUzveFxLwiNIIjtM/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, it's two pictures instead of one. But I don't know how I was supposed to do before/after all in one picture. Shout out to <a href="http://www.thecheesefriesstandalone.com/2012/03/potato-chip-pork-chops.html">Meagan</a> for the delicious recipe!</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-86810477256690822142012-03-19T18:03:00.000-07:002012-03-19T18:03:27.955-07:00Funny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1WHR3Nj-ktxDw0uxhA_yXryheOCbp1TSB9Z5oOfjePkjAWx8p9IZ0Vj74ibl48UOrdRts1ZkPqdLsG-LuxnOP9ARcE1lGULCn2k8E-aeT1-VE5GkcVM54tz4Rb8PPCa9AJr741_4Cj8/s1600/himym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1WHR3Nj-ktxDw0uxhA_yXryheOCbp1TSB9Z5oOfjePkjAWx8p9IZ0Vj74ibl48UOrdRts1ZkPqdLsG-LuxnOP9ARcE1lGULCn2k8E-aeT1-VE5GkcVM54tz4Rb8PPCa9AJr741_4Cj8/s320/himym.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">HIMYM</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-34363208052392932012-03-18T15:06:00.000-07:002012-03-18T15:06:21.541-07:00A corner of your home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4mJySesEJhQpJGYuNtYEUmWqIaCy4t50DKJukjA36GAUGqqwNVSVt00hcTa9lCcQaZ3NXnkZv0Gm9JiG5KGs3kK9bEO51pUz5NzvfxWh0G1uk4n5rQ5cY8r4BOg_cdruoa55djrnupQc/s1600/DSC_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4mJySesEJhQpJGYuNtYEUmWqIaCy4t50DKJukjA36GAUGqqwNVSVt00hcTa9lCcQaZ3NXnkZv0Gm9JiG5KGs3kK9bEO51pUz5NzvfxWh0G1uk4n5rQ5cY8r4BOg_cdruoa55djrnupQc/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-70175762737605039702012-03-17T13:07:00.000-07:002012-03-17T13:07:12.556-07:00Green<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ47cOSqlOUdW-kEAIMd-cLxJRDqoQm9yyLGYr6Tt30TZZewC4mjDT5NhpZwE78aO-_PrcoxKTH6ipl7B3WjHaho1ogtk9qIqabmXePcT7ODUjOkvS0QVtB6uis-OgCbCCH_221Zr-IaA/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ47cOSqlOUdW-kEAIMd-cLxJRDqoQm9yyLGYr6Tt30TZZewC4mjDT5NhpZwE78aO-_PrcoxKTH6ipl7B3WjHaho1ogtk9qIqabmXePcT7ODUjOkvS0QVtB6uis-OgCbCCH_221Zr-IaA/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-74544953656222757472012-03-15T13:51:00.000-07:002012-03-15T13:51:18.863-07:00Photo a Day Challenge Days 14 & 15: Clouds, Car<div style="text-align: center;">Check it. I'm double dipping.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Clouds AND cars. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lovely view from my office window as traffic gets heavy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Awesome time to work only blocks from the KFC YUM Center. #MarchMadness</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-dhk8-dwWV3VYbVxEG5k0gsuHY-dl3trm_Wwpw7elSd66Ln7bhrc96oRu_TBCo0rZRIsY5MSJHfBACnXUiCCl6-whpOyD5zevkeLCKXr_8qScEgoGlASghQlTzcs-XT6Wy1qMFYh_j8/s1600/clouds.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-dhk8-dwWV3VYbVxEG5k0gsuHY-dl3trm_Wwpw7elSd66Ln7bhrc96oRu_TBCo0rZRIsY5MSJHfBACnXUiCCl6-whpOyD5zevkeLCKXr_8qScEgoGlASghQlTzcs-XT6Wy1qMFYh_j8/s320/clouds.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-90428719838370562152012-03-13T11:10:00.000-07:002012-03-13T11:10:40.647-07:00Photo a Day Challenge Day 13: A Sign<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrFboJPf1zXYz1Off6-spQvXxr_epaI-zT_42mUytvtrezlTRLYChQ-94PwyRqtWwLlHFG72-uBttgtyDqY-apXYDFkYOLBpHLRoqs1Egz6WCsdklmreV_Z5nLBEqGfllJalVxUEvbKw/s1600/sign.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrFboJPf1zXYz1Off6-spQvXxr_epaI-zT_42mUytvtrezlTRLYChQ-94PwyRqtWwLlHFG72-uBttgtyDqY-apXYDFkYOLBpHLRoqs1Egz6WCsdklmreV_Z5nLBEqGfllJalVxUEvbKw/s320/sign.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-37479027341420395472012-03-12T17:01:00.000-07:002012-03-12T17:01:49.521-07:00Photo a Day Challenge Day 12: Fork<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURKOX0d7ggpzilk2bX8b7QnjS6BGOtdM1x7blDk_rM088TWEFJvETNUAFYDUUbbjb0edw8UvPT2tv4XSbxFG0pBN8rmxp1uEKrsdURXXx_IjQsyf2lqmp4y9PBD1kajvq_38H30PX67k/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURKOX0d7ggpzilk2bX8b7QnjS6BGOtdM1x7blDk_rM088TWEFJvETNUAFYDUUbbjb0edw8UvPT2tv4XSbxFG0pBN8rmxp1uEKrsdURXXx_IjQsyf2lqmp4y9PBD1kajvq_38H30PX67k/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe I should have focused on the fork instead of the <a href="http://www.emilybites.com/2010/12/ravio-sagne.html">ravio-sagne</a>.</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-70187186928635898172012-03-11T19:12:00.000-07:002012-03-11T19:12:59.224-07:00Photo a day challenge: Someone you talked to<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT92n5iV9KKGZiCk_0_k-v1zXgnLAgSFGzONWFK0p48pgE1j-qKw7jRWmVT3f8EDOpm2bujGtF7V7VWwJ80GhcOvtHoCzbOaAmxpsHH8IFumjyh82Chh83qgVcSTNpSqhOBqbgX_TcQbE/s1600/schpaghattah.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT92n5iV9KKGZiCk_0_k-v1zXgnLAgSFGzONWFK0p48pgE1j-qKw7jRWmVT3f8EDOpm2bujGtF7V7VWwJ80GhcOvtHoCzbOaAmxpsHH8IFumjyh82Chh83qgVcSTNpSqhOBqbgX_TcQbE/s320/schpaghattah.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Someone I get to talk to EVERY day :)</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-70884399930817198792012-03-09T14:29:00.000-08:002012-03-09T14:29:20.096-08:00Photo of the Day Challenge Day 9: Red<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMR6TxnsnX1rUez7zrEs1tuWE75K2sxAhV3oOj3QOBroEJfViFpUYI7zCcGpfv4CJG3gemN46VOggrItCMnAllbC1Ew4YX0ETjUoZHas_OH3W1S1gTY-9ASmfvFYNRKnI4l-d29UBDD8/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMR6TxnsnX1rUez7zrEs1tuWE75K2sxAhV3oOj3QOBroEJfViFpUYI7zCcGpfv4CJG3gemN46VOggrItCMnAllbC1Ew4YX0ETjUoZHas_OH3W1S1gTY-9ASmfvFYNRKnI4l-d29UBDD8/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Toadstool keeps Adam's cufflinks safe. </div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-81616731757166184762012-03-08T17:10:00.000-08:002012-03-08T17:10:54.273-08:00Photo of the Day Challenge Day 8: Window<div style="text-align: center;">Nothing beats coming home from work to this.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">On a trip to Paris a few years ago, I bought a beautiful little Fleur de Lis necklace from the gift shop at Saint Chapelle. Not only is the Fleur de Lis a prominent symbol in Paris, but it's EVERYWHERE in Louisville. Unfortunately, I lost that necklace and on another trip to Paris and Saint Chapelle, I was unable to find one that was as perfect as the original.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Luckily, one of my good friends was in town visiting last year and I took her to a local store that sold all things Kentucky. They had a beautiful selection of Fleur de Lis necklaces, including one that very closely resembled the size, color, and shape of my original. She was so sweet to buy me this necklace and I think of her every day that I wear it. </div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-22153726003733829492012-03-06T16:18:00.000-08:002012-03-06T16:18:37.533-08:00Photo of the Day Challenge Day 6: 5pm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7ds0oBoU7dgrQ4IDBbn37qnKRVD5xK6IJeOXWwmufKdI5Lmdk0JI7Bte6cQ-dhwkWiQUkOnd9CjB81h03S5AVWBlw2eeHuPTt-UCzp7owRhMjELDewrSGLT0neXlqoC2N4WEfqXj5H0/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7ds0oBoU7dgrQ4IDBbn37qnKRVD5xK6IJeOXWwmufKdI5Lmdk0JI7Bte6cQ-dhwkWiQUkOnd9CjB81h03S5AVWBlw2eeHuPTt-UCzp7owRhMjELDewrSGLT0neXlqoC2N4WEfqXj5H0/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">On a scale of 1-10, how much do I love watching the news?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">About a 17.5. </div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-47723545109115728662012-03-05T14:35:00.000-08:002012-03-05T14:35:58.042-08:00Photo of the Day Challenge Day 5: Smile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9t-ZgxoVnYHk404h2dwbFizpD4SxdFu1wDpWR4rkaL0F1S8siCeOmBSY7LPuUUQI9G8bgTP_Btwr8fLPO4rR1V8KC-lQ80A-VbTkJWVn-U-xEgNDH0KtqA_s6u1sIzGDH79VM5IqEZqk/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9t-ZgxoVnYHk404h2dwbFizpD4SxdFu1wDpWR4rkaL0F1S8siCeOmBSY7LPuUUQI9G8bgTP_Btwr8fLPO4rR1V8KC-lQ80A-VbTkJWVn-U-xEgNDH0KtqA_s6u1sIzGDH79VM5IqEZqk/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div>I'd like to take this moment to thank Aunt Jemima for the delicious pancakes and syrup I enjoyed yesterday morning. <br />
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IHOP meal for two: $20+, 700+ calorie <br />
Pancakes at home for two: Less than $4, 300ish calories<br />
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Look, I AM blogging about saving money and calories!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-41965007637636426752012-03-05T05:09:00.000-08:002012-03-05T05:09:59.138-08:00Photo of the Day Challenge Day 4: Bedside<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCMyQG6jLfgezH9XURFqDfOHnPtmT1xaLl6D54lSUao1T9712BAsIjQwuyUZkLtssPLbhQclDOCw8hduDyCciRMJ9jScqjENw4oxFaHXHAkrz4waXG4q5frLRTpq7FdlybQefNHi0m-E/s1600/bedside.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCMyQG6jLfgezH9XURFqDfOHnPtmT1xaLl6D54lSUao1T9712BAsIjQwuyUZkLtssPLbhQclDOCw8hduDyCciRMJ9jScqjENw4oxFaHXHAkrz4waXG4q5frLRTpq7FdlybQefNHi0m-E/s320/bedside.JPG" uda="true" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Still working on busting out my nice camera. Until then, my bedside with picture of my sorority sisters, my biological sisters, candle, rosary, and some career and relationship self-help books that have barely been touched. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-50683986407617520652012-03-03T07:19:00.000-08:002012-03-03T07:19:56.354-08:00Photo Challenge Day 3: Your NeighborhoodWhere is day two, you ask? I had every intention of photographing the delicious Pink Lady apple I packed in my lunch, but as the weather gained momentum during work hours, I was more interested in monitoring the local radar for the destruction that was to come.<br />
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Though I've lived in the Louisville area for the past 4 years and grew up in Texas, my family is from Southern Indiana (and I spent 4 years in college there) so I've always considered it home. <br />
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This morning, while I'm not able to make it up there as crews are asking people to stay away for the time being, I'll share other people's photos of my "neighborhood".<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStUhjlnSx1MQYkPTK4VyM5OfXkwD-sSSd-BO208RaxE0k9EifHt2Gkx4SgFXldaxtxz_2g8u-4S3iipMlHEBMyiZ-4GZ9yDmiZLSt8rLM-nqlqx6wDq-5VQLiZt_9ulsCNcwlUoN3vD8/s1600/tornado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStUhjlnSx1MQYkPTK4VyM5OfXkwD-sSSd-BO208RaxE0k9EifHt2Gkx4SgFXldaxtxz_2g8u-4S3iipMlHEBMyiZ-4GZ9yDmiZLSt8rLM-nqlqx6wDq-5VQLiZt_9ulsCNcwlUoN3vD8/s320/tornado.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Image caught from a security camera in Pekin, Indiana.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9O13w1aM_yedgG5pUEz3sexb2okX1lWpWtyByt3sJUe9fIlJbfbKwRvPBi4HwBuEaI38_yDfFtr1rTr604D8Ps9q2b9Ky0vzn-aWtEQYrdn_EYOw1fPyrRYwsKqKgXSBi120VQiD0Rc/s1600/school.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9O13w1aM_yedgG5pUEz3sexb2okX1lWpWtyByt3sJUe9fIlJbfbKwRvPBi4HwBuEaI38_yDfFtr1rTr604D8Ps9q2b9Ky0vzn-aWtEQYrdn_EYOw1fPyrRYwsKqKgXSBi120VQiD0Rc/s320/school.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What's left of the school building in Marysville. My dad actually attended kindergarten here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Photos courtesy of Wave3 and IndyStar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you'd like to help out, text "Red Cross" to 90999 to make a $10 donation. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Classy, I know. That leg lift? That's pure talent right there.</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-38265830907249406772012-02-20T15:25:00.000-08:002012-02-20T15:25:46.629-08:00Looking forward to...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCf7PyNXbh_6SXPZjoai9f5kiLdhyXbasopDWqkXpL-TPj5dioOj-moqkQtxj4bqdOhqzPiBK_3T6pcCoktHlT927RhzmerF-d647cNv0bdy8PvVjnIPuVNBzShyNuvBHg46J2xIlpx4/s1600/photochallenge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCf7PyNXbh_6SXPZjoai9f5kiLdhyXbasopDWqkXpL-TPj5dioOj-moqkQtxj4bqdOhqzPiBK_3T6pcCoktHlT927RhzmerF-d647cNv0bdy8PvVjnIPuVNBzShyNuvBHg46J2xIlpx4/s320/photochallenge.jpg" width="320" yda="true" /></a></div><br />
Can I just tell you how excited I am for March?<br />
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Spring, warmth (not that we've had much of a Winter), sunshine, and (hopefully) the light at the end of the tunnel from all this madness at work. <br />
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I figure this photo challenge will be an EXCELLENT opportunity for me to play with the Nikon I got for Christmas, so stay tuned!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-12600558507930506142012-01-17T17:55:00.000-08:002012-01-17T17:55:07.279-08:00How do you have a wedding without debt?Of course I'm not asking that question. I know better.<br />
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This is actually the title of a Dave Ramsey post from the Dave Ramsey app (yes, I am THAT cool). <br />
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A woman calls in and asks him this very question and he tells her she sounds like a princess. I don't think she does; I think she was looking for an honest answer and she may have been clueless. However, it does beg the question: where does saving for a wedding fit in with a debt-reduction plan?<br />
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I think it boils down to priorities, here. At the beginning of this wedding planning process, I told Adam that I still DO want to be paying down my car loan as quickly as possible. I very much wanted this to be completely paid off by December 2012. <br />
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However, I don't see that happening. And this is okay. Instead of throwing all of my leftover money at the end of the month at my car payment, I am saving every last penny for our wedding. <br />
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<b>In the long run, am I going to regret spending a little extra money on the most beautiful wedding gown I have ever laid eyes on? Or am I going to regret spending an extra couple months on paying off my car? </b><br />
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We are incredibly fortunate in that our families have been very generous with wedding funds, so we don't have to save for EVERY bit of it. And I am SO looking forward to being married in October and becoming DINKs (then we can pay off TWO cars!). <br />
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So while I'm not stockpiling my earnings to pay off debt now (nor am I accumulating more debt), I am saving enough to have a memorable wedding with the expectation of coming into Holy Matrimony and finding the promised land of debt freedom!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-7425685173521066162012-01-04T12:17:00.000-08:002012-01-04T12:17:06.055-08:00Have dog, will flyHaving a mom who works overseas has its advantages. Mostly, those advantages involve countless frequent flyer miles at her disposal. Mom is very generous with those free miles and she has flown my sisters, me, and Adam to Europe for free on several different occassions. <br />
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For Christmas this year, my mom happened to be in the US, so we all went to Houston for the week. Having co-dependency issues with Bentley, I wanted him to be able to come with us for Christmas. Who knows how well he would have been treated over Christmas at a kennel?!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">So with my mom's frequenty flyer miles, Adam and my plane tickets to Houston were free. However, Continental charges a pretty penny to fly pups. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">25,000 pretty pennies to be exact.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was worth it, though! We had such a good time with him there. It's difficult leaving him at home, but I love to travel. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not sure he feels the same way about travel. He did exceptionally on the flight and I'm fairly confident most people didn't even realize he was there as he is so quiet by nature. However, I know he was nervous, and in the end, I just want what's best for him, so I'm on the fence about flying with him in the future. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Though Bentley's ticket was a little pricey, having the advantage of a generous mother and completely free plane tickets for the humans in our party made the decision to fly him just a little easier. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>How do you handle travel with pets? Have you ever flown with one?</strong></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-89649667030259926612011-12-09T15:21:00.000-08:002011-12-09T15:21:05.788-08:00Time ManagementI am a lover of blogs, and it always drive me CRAZY when I see people post about how they promise to post more, then they don't stick to that promise, then they make excuses. It just becomes one big mess of a cycle. <br />
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Now I get where they're coming from.<br />
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But on the flip side, HOW do some bloggers post daily and have their shit together? You know who I'm talking about. The ones who seemingly eat perfectly at every meal, run 5 days a week, have time for a work life, social life, and still manage to look like BOMBSHELLS.<br />
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Jerks.<br />
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This is where I need your help.<br />
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Work has been CRAZY for about a month now. I'm anticipating it being bad until about March. Hopefully, no later than that. <br />
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I work 10-7, and have no desire to do anything when I come home from work; nor do I have the energy or motivation to get out of bed in the morning to work out. I'm still trying to eat right, and I'm still taking good care of Bentley. I think I'm on the right timeline to plan a wedding? (Save the date! October 13, 2012!) I imagine I am maintaining a social life, but that's up for debate. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't imagine how much more difficult time management will be once I have a husband and CHILDREN! If I can barely take care of myself five days a week as a singleton, how am I going to manage when I have a family?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So, my question to you is, <strong>HOW DO YOU DO IT</strong>? (Unless you look like that dude up there...I can manage that on my own!)</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-55649969469961539132011-11-01T09:36:00.000-07:002011-11-01T09:36:13.043-07:00New Motivation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj281tlo00dZvWgJLw3OnCvMUWpdVHPti3pNy_GuKlcSIpjI0gaduSUlorYPXt9PT7kpVRCST7VCC81q2r3DlT3k206VwP7Wi5rXooPn-A39-mqq3J8QUYZgtUVEtasaPqL-IDQXOf3oWg/s1600/ring.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj281tlo00dZvWgJLw3OnCvMUWpdVHPti3pNy_GuKlcSIpjI0gaduSUlorYPXt9PT7kpVRCST7VCC81q2r3DlT3k206VwP7Wi5rXooPn-A39-mqq3J8QUYZgtUVEtasaPqL-IDQXOf3oWg/s320/ring.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Surprise!</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;">Talk about a good reason to look awesome and put away the pennies. </div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-24149948476482886232011-10-26T15:19:00.000-07:002011-10-26T15:19:45.108-07:00Y'all...I'm really bad at blogging.<br />
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When you have a blog about getting out of debt and losing weight, yet you spent the last month NOT budgeting* and eating out too much, what are you supposed to write about? <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">WEDDINGS!</div><br />
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Boyfriend and I drove up to Michigan for the weekend (score for a day off!) to help marry off one of my college friends. So happy for her! It was a beautiful wedding. And you have to love having another Adam around :)<br />
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I am relieved that this was the only wedding I attended this year. Last year was three, and I know some people are going to MANY more than that in a year, but it's a relief on my wallet and sanity to only have one!<br />
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<strong>What's the most amount of weddings you've attended in one year?</strong><br />
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*Editor's note: In my defense, I gave myself a free month off from budgeting since I paid off a student loan in FULL last month! Huzzah! And I haven't been going overboard on spending, anyway. I'm just used to living on the cheap.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-5333937651957595722011-10-20T14:45:00.000-07:002011-10-20T14:45:07.714-07:00Happy Birthday Bentley!<div style="text-align: center;">Pssssst.....wanna hear a story?</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, Bentley MacDuncan is 3 years old.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The story actually begins with Captain Jack. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">He was my first Westie (and first dog, period for that matter). I went through a lot with Jack in the few short months that I had him--driving the grouchy downstairs neighbor up the wall with his barking and whining, going to the bathroom all over the place, and other assorted puppy behaviors that make one crazy. I really started to finally connect with him just before I went off on a trip to Israel for two weeks. I left Jack with my dad while I was gone. The entire two weeks I was gone, I was absolutely petrified that something would happen to him. Turns out, when I got home, my fear had come to fruition and Jack had been hit by a car. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
I was inconsolable. I immediately wanted another dog, not knowing if it could fill that void, but trying anyway.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Fortunately, the Westie rescue of the area just happened to have a 7 month old puppy who was rescued from a puppy mill in Virginia. What are the odds?! I remember the day I laid eyes on Bentley. I cried so much and was beyond ecstatic to find him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">At first, he was very timid and scared. He cried the entire drive home after I first picked him up. Once home, he would cower in corners when anyone came near him and slink behind furniture when he heard loud noises. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That Bentley is hardly the dog I know today. When you meet him, it's hard for you to get him to stop licking you or demanding you to pet him. He's one of the happiest dogs I've ever met, and he's made me feel like I'm on cloud nine. Bentley brought me back to life after Jack died, and his presence continues to add joy to my life every single day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday Bentley!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456188398404750593.post-41082395655908336972011-10-16T15:53:00.000-07:002011-10-16T15:53:08.202-07:00Cop Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Four signs it's been a (and will be another) stressful week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">No desire to cook, plan meals, or enjoy food (not that these aren't entirely enjoyable). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hey, it's more variety than taking the same leftovers all week, am I right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah for four-day work weeks and a great friend's upcoming wedding!</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00817553324950767940noreply@blogger.com1