tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29794434827554602562024-02-19T07:49:52.075-08:00Army of Bear Fodder!labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-88574523781812779212012-01-25T02:06:00.000-08:002012-01-25T02:08:09.107-08:00And this is why I hate going to the craft store...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictIoild3KjPlZyct8b1rKc5BFvVQF8Cuvf6jCkrwbwxxXhjxuWwagJ0i70ltkxOnF6cC7nTjJIeuh3J0aKACOQh-xx8aPmvGlcQpcJZUoDqdGi-inZjdGwdUSd5pz4HxADlzNAwvvNxaM/s1600/license.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictIoild3KjPlZyct8b1rKc5BFvVQF8Cuvf6jCkrwbwxxXhjxuWwagJ0i70ltkxOnF6cC7nTjJIeuh3J0aKACOQh-xx8aPmvGlcQpcJZUoDqdGi-inZjdGwdUSd5pz4HxADlzNAwvvNxaM/s320/license.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701509259533059186" border="0" /></a>WTF? What does this even mean??labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-87167768760255559302012-01-24T02:15:00.000-08:002012-01-24T02:21:03.676-08:00Waiting rooms, yuck.So doctor offices really frighten me. Especially when you find yourself in the waiting room for almost an hour... but after being prodded, poked, and probed - I'm still here. The one thing that I couldn't get over my visit to the OBGYN today was the carpet.... do they deliberately look for the most disgusting color ever?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8YqEPzDB4wm8Mqvm_8qP2QK2NMrsrsjdK3BBFuMJQOJEHReBlydRHPt1RBZmXoZRipPtWLN6G1QBo2VhEGxprEg8FNRBp9hSzCdQPAlZc5pS9auAuehWvKY3kBptV7ioc30Q0VtIdxrh/s1600/carpet.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8YqEPzDB4wm8Mqvm_8qP2QK2NMrsrsjdK3BBFuMJQOJEHReBlydRHPt1RBZmXoZRipPtWLN6G1QBo2VhEGxprEg8FNRBp9hSzCdQPAlZc5pS9auAuehWvKY3kBptV7ioc30Q0VtIdxrh/s320/carpet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701141041927884130" border="0" /></a><br />And here I got board.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoGt2dy092mYbK5vc5Qv9jBqd2Tg4Dw2_1ggDnEfEkwIOCTAddHM5yam3QAn-xpawtDslmdsAQPdiLLPJmRGU4ar5XNmvxkvKpCkwXT38bDaST-6-x9IA3YVtCaZVU40OfIzXBjGmli-QB/s1600/heart.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoGt2dy092mYbK5vc5Qv9jBqd2Tg4Dw2_1ggDnEfEkwIOCTAddHM5yam3QAn-xpawtDslmdsAQPdiLLPJmRGU4ar5XNmvxkvKpCkwXT38bDaST-6-x9IA3YVtCaZVU40OfIzXBjGmli-QB/s320/heart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701141408180759298" border="0" /></a>labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-64719144138714117212012-01-23T02:17:00.000-08:002012-01-23T02:26:31.508-08:00And here's another few days for ya...So I'm sorry for the no posting (again) but I got good reason!!!<br /><br />I think I'm getting carpal tunnel so I have been taking it easy on my typing. I even bought a brace and it's hella ugly! Their idea of nude is not my nude! See?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-KQiYUmLBaWySHl67t-DMcqxJrKVvq0Jl-lPsehQbFnHdA06055uquD4dUIMgCqmocfutNt6XgUAa2a3z2hILSAzWQy2Pc3yet7nSpb6VjbW5bkqxqEpsV7gSg1h2ppzF9g3QZbUXquK/s1600/brace.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-KQiYUmLBaWySHl67t-DMcqxJrKVvq0Jl-lPsehQbFnHdA06055uquD4dUIMgCqmocfutNt6XgUAa2a3z2hILSAzWQy2Pc3yet7nSpb6VjbW5bkqxqEpsV7gSg1h2ppzF9g3QZbUXquK/s320/brace.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700769924869775010" border="0" /></a><br />Well, anyways, back to Thursday. Ry and I went out to eat - because it was sorely needed. But nothing satisfies a Thursday night without these:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXMoI-BI2UD7WihTEfB27pDMTlU9d-Z9s-QyGvJr8r_YUyPkY4KtPnexieOq1hkb-GgYIbKkNkKQ_PTknGhyqOXmSxHvVe5nf6zyfaa8n9h9wJOOt2vd4lyUuJpKP_6BoHwwvb4xxWzdz/s1600/drinks.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXMoI-BI2UD7WihTEfB27pDMTlU9d-Z9s-QyGvJr8r_YUyPkY4KtPnexieOq1hkb-GgYIbKkNkKQ_PTknGhyqOXmSxHvVe5nf6zyfaa8n9h9wJOOt2vd4lyUuJpKP_6BoHwwvb4xxWzdz/s320/drinks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700770198270717522" border="0" /></a>They were so delish. If you have no experienced a death star before, I highly suggest you run to El Chihuahua to get one.<br /><br />Alright, Saturday was my BFF's birthday. She decided to grill on the night that it finally snowed - and I was dubious about having fun. But I was so wrong. The burgers were stuffed with yumminess and we were trying to entice others to get over to us:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5zi_mCVNaWGz5EqnZdllpfED4IhkW6UYd10Sqiwp9NcpeNw1QfaDkoc13yMxOr3uI6pozji0_G_yjcXfYBvylhK8tcgqqsb_ZyyQdfgPukG2l6MO968AVpzkRokeD7oGbMRhjmE1msbB/s1600/burger.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5zi_mCVNaWGz5EqnZdllpfED4IhkW6UYd10Sqiwp9NcpeNw1QfaDkoc13yMxOr3uI6pozji0_G_yjcXfYBvylhK8tcgqqsb_ZyyQdfgPukG2l6MO968AVpzkRokeD7oGbMRhjmE1msbB/s320/burger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700770775389320418" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM90SVHXBPJTRWJa5h5kocjUQxFT541lHjtEKyHLRNKSXEIRTYeqDCv13rKdogsOJtNbiglzsDnc6IImS4EL3FGu-C0XBFAeN7IheAVYqjEp4-BNrdaUL5-dM-uWhh9h2AQ6d1irHBBF94/s1600/M.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM90SVHXBPJTRWJa5h5kocjUQxFT541lHjtEKyHLRNKSXEIRTYeqDCv13rKdogsOJtNbiglzsDnc6IImS4EL3FGu-C0XBFAeN7IheAVYqjEp4-BNrdaUL5-dM-uWhh9h2AQ6d1irHBBF94/s320/M.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700770948580983394" border="0" /></a>Super fun... but I probably had too much fun with my bestie. Not to mention, I found out what my name is on her phone! Bestie Mcbest.... LOL, I kinda like it.<br /><br />Today's picture... I feel bad. I make Ryan into the guinea pig all the time for pictures, but this brings out the cuddly side of him! I made these for a friend to make her happy and well, they're cute as hell. I might make a bunch of these for BM and give them out as gifts... maybe these won't backfire as much as the armies did?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xKYfK4l__kusCJhyphenhyphenpUB25SSpx30IeVHqpWIdXPnGHI7vLgqQdIB70fbEoA4O2Qd83yQtzFeFBb1jKDze2Lr-Op6dtPyv0xFL3zXDS1uiS7n1efr4aGyVSGgTPUOHC2VwRWjA-bt0q49F/s1600/ears.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xKYfK4l__kusCJhyphenhyphenpUB25SSpx30IeVHqpWIdXPnGHI7vLgqQdIB70fbEoA4O2Qd83yQtzFeFBb1jKDze2Lr-Op6dtPyv0xFL3zXDS1uiS7n1efr4aGyVSGgTPUOHC2VwRWjA-bt0q49F/s320/ears.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700771657960261842" border="0" /></a>labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-71301316733525633542012-01-19T01:41:00.001-08:002012-01-19T01:44:17.213-08:00Wait, wait, pause the Revolution.Ok, now we can proceed. I had to go buy my copy of V for Vendetta before the Revolution could continue. Figured if sites are going black today, I'd go red. ;) Anyways, nothing hits this girl's heart than an extremist for the signified/signifer vs. idealism.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2k0kt2rOB7PrWNsRPuGLlUijpTdac8WNaXYlcJZst6cxDl87UKjaBANLf79__ivSmrO5Ler_1zUm-4kgDsoUAfRACeTvi_RqUHzztmj7NbA1Y97n9aYsbC7RDwU8s1gOASyd9HsSTl-sV/s1600/V.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2k0kt2rOB7PrWNsRPuGLlUijpTdac8WNaXYlcJZst6cxDl87UKjaBANLf79__ivSmrO5Ler_1zUm-4kgDsoUAfRACeTvi_RqUHzztmj7NbA1Y97n9aYsbC7RDwU8s1gOASyd9HsSTl-sV/s320/V.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699276160408586562" border="0" /></a>This little is also in the red today.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3AmUezY0Fne8aDxR8P1XwoCS8hQCfl3xuzKxtQ1pbd6CuVyvIntnSsjRNCaVbYsTd7caF4dE8Fcx5lmvGqM7P51fbH19v4CUZF15gaJTmdMCIMQV4SnSAbWGg2fIA-eG8HKAU2GPUpi8/s1600/gnome.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3AmUezY0Fne8aDxR8P1XwoCS8hQCfl3xuzKxtQ1pbd6CuVyvIntnSsjRNCaVbYsTd7caF4dE8Fcx5lmvGqM7P51fbH19v4CUZF15gaJTmdMCIMQV4SnSAbWGg2fIA-eG8HKAU2GPUpi8/s320/gnome.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699275957193755522" border="0" /></a>labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-18117137281559169462012-01-18T02:07:00.000-08:002012-01-18T02:14:40.902-08:00Blargh!!So I guess we all know weekends totally throw me off on my one picture a day. But I shall continue to try and accomplish this goal. I am not giving up that early!<br /><br />Anyways, meet my friend's fish, Agent Orange. This is just one of his freaky looks.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGH8T0mqGYs2d3SinIcfvDLiT4EdpcTaBh8hU8-6pAET3pdWsHI157HMVcf4TiPwR4_RflNiObVVzEgtxgksFxKvvCCTkLd2SnUvh6ck8k9TviDSh6iDgF30UQUS8NwiDr0nucpHJqSlee/s1600/derp.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGH8T0mqGYs2d3SinIcfvDLiT4EdpcTaBh8hU8-6pAET3pdWsHI157HMVcf4TiPwR4_RflNiObVVzEgtxgksFxKvvCCTkLd2SnUvh6ck8k9TviDSh6iDgF30UQUS8NwiDr0nucpHJqSlee/s320/derp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698912492092964690" border="0" /></a><br />Same night as the freaky fish stare, my friend threw a party - theme was blanket forts... and during the construction of the Mega Fort, I found out my friend Bea is an artist. I'm quite proud of that fact :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1APSmxaQcZNz-1oOarv0bzegu-8zBh4_YlQ1srWtC7nXNMUIw9xT3v91ROxk2dY85xYret9QaQ0f1n9WnoUiiMMvnXCt_88MU_eADDkHri3vp_zqja8hPoekEfkf8VH2bbM9dxA2WcKi/s1600/beau.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1APSmxaQcZNz-1oOarv0bzegu-8zBh4_YlQ1srWtC7nXNMUIw9xT3v91ROxk2dY85xYret9QaQ0f1n9WnoUiiMMvnXCt_88MU_eADDkHri3vp_zqja8hPoekEfkf8VH2bbM9dxA2WcKi/s320/beau.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698912326553009202" border="0" /></a>Obviously we're having too much fun at this fort-building party.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPF79IKnVatSWtetG9GiNw43EoFC9u_l-xFWoFmDt0GjXE0yNia-rU-_YC0f1YyHvuqtYPBhug1mvS3shqNob3f7UtJ1yvPC646jCihNwQCBgf34myhVvOaTg4d9PuJlCohX-0ORharYzu/s1600/fort.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPF79IKnVatSWtetG9GiNw43EoFC9u_l-xFWoFmDt0GjXE0yNia-rU-_YC0f1YyHvuqtYPBhug1mvS3shqNob3f7UtJ1yvPC646jCihNwQCBgf34myhVvOaTg4d9PuJlCohX-0ORharYzu/s320/fort.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698912117139964882" border="0" /></a>Anyways, I'm trying to decipher the pattern for this shawl/scarf with sleeves thing. I found it in a UK crochet magazine so this maybe take some time to figure out. But I shall try. Maybe I'll make one for V - give her something to smile about :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUjwwH7arj-4foi2l1PtatWr_mpioqTa9r0OJrueaqvlVSWHSieqj442ajbxwLj4_kbDQQCQ5B3LuDcFpYN86cWrPxIlKAjsVChnr4TbsOSPJKdzbowcnw6FeTmEqgsSELBqzZYcGeXLa/s1600/maybe.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUjwwH7arj-4foi2l1PtatWr_mpioqTa9r0OJrueaqvlVSWHSieqj442ajbxwLj4_kbDQQCQ5B3LuDcFpYN86cWrPxIlKAjsVChnr4TbsOSPJKdzbowcnw6FeTmEqgsSELBqzZYcGeXLa/s320/maybe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698911850865848018" border="0" /></a>labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-82028850675244782012-01-13T00:08:00.001-08:002012-01-13T00:12:43.004-08:00Date NightI love this. MMMMMM!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJm7vNVmlQ5s6zlEQc4sTwqNMfrHfJ2BNh7awsgT5yOXpNkEZY7tTCYxd1b4B1Kv_uh3LTmEeXSiKkzIzihBhztJHzP-hjLizytOUacjdFEx2XD6xSI4golmrUOjNvQyakfCf3K-wbcAK/s1600/pho.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJm7vNVmlQ5s6zlEQc4sTwqNMfrHfJ2BNh7awsgT5yOXpNkEZY7tTCYxd1b4B1Kv_uh3LTmEeXSiKkzIzihBhztJHzP-hjLizytOUacjdFEx2XD6xSI4golmrUOjNvQyakfCf3K-wbcAK/s320/pho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697025732729592162" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAo1wvTyaSuR7bFyNBqxrpR2b3h0Bwo7zTtOC5XSS4tnzaU3DbPW-dzwNCRrBDtV7lt6Q8H0w0iRQ3EYh01RJCfBlVSZe2v6nUB5T_e7A9n4UUdefFHpGpajIju3bBxB0AXf3mykKNwak/s1600/pho+and+story.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAo1wvTyaSuR7bFyNBqxrpR2b3h0Bwo7zTtOC5XSS4tnzaU3DbPW-dzwNCRrBDtV7lt6Q8H0w0iRQ3EYh01RJCfBlVSZe2v6nUB5T_e7A9n4UUdefFHpGpajIju3bBxB0AXf3mykKNwak/s320/pho+and+story.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697026351511748178" border="0" /></a><br />Apparently Ry feels the same way <3labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-6472564716687397962012-01-12T02:26:00.000-08:002012-01-12T02:29:52.514-08:00loopy!In my opinion, I think your fridge kinda shows what kind of person you are... and of course, most of what is on our fridge is my doing. :) I feel loved. And when I'm inspired, can write my zombie haikus on the fridge, thanks to Ry.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpx4AppXLSVQwTEBbnFN9LjEEcDrDv1hcrlX4ABr8-7StsYDtyKaPjMiTPOPxMfsY3OMudbXyx7GiytWB9acRmAMYHgws79bBfox7XPOJMMT8C6OBBhdXrYan_VgZYP104PS6CNv8aRbm/s1600/day+12.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpx4AppXLSVQwTEBbnFN9LjEEcDrDv1hcrlX4ABr8-7StsYDtyKaPjMiTPOPxMfsY3OMudbXyx7GiytWB9acRmAMYHgws79bBfox7XPOJMMT8C6OBBhdXrYan_VgZYP104PS6CNv8aRbm/s320/day+12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696690220654724338" border="0" /></a><br />But alas, my night was long... strenuous... trying... and complicated. I had to make myself a white russian to ease my pain. I know it's not really on my diet... but it was *sorely* needed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJLW9HgnARiCh1lqG_MvnrJdwqG8LI3qM3FWXYkTIqA5tYKWvdQ2Gl5lqYBtaQI4_4DcO-mWL6c2eOlNeQBl4gBSUs9zMH2D6x8PW6btlKh9vUOUQgiiAvPhsyCp1wyu4TMb-7kSpEr_2/s1600/diet.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJLW9HgnARiCh1lqG_MvnrJdwqG8LI3qM3FWXYkTIqA5tYKWvdQ2Gl5lqYBtaQI4_4DcO-mWL6c2eOlNeQBl4gBSUs9zMH2D6x8PW6btlKh9vUOUQgiiAvPhsyCp1wyu4TMb-7kSpEr_2/s320/diet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696690011021528482" border="0" /></a>labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-57607705393986334212012-01-11T02:19:00.000-08:002012-01-11T02:28:25.336-08:00Sick Sad World.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1AzN885U-IkWQZBkvnFdrj_CfzF5277RbtaDvn62Ga47F9E-zN_sZeSuIVH5ekIFj-PbWFGDz2knAwOhizJXxPB7Sn5JN0jPx6-J7eAM5rgIUnliy6B-vDE_iKEMjtZ6SbKAz9XO5vIK/s1600/day+10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1AzN885U-IkWQZBkvnFdrj_CfzF5277RbtaDvn62Ga47F9E-zN_sZeSuIVH5ekIFj-PbWFGDz2knAwOhizJXxPB7Sn5JN0jPx6-J7eAM5rgIUnliy6B-vDE_iKEMjtZ6SbKAz9XO5vIK/s320/day+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696317280227426242" border="0" /></a><br />So even though my day wasn't the greatest - I still managed to do it with style. I dressed up like Daria and no one even noticed, lol. Oh well. Btw, I'm reading the series in the pic above... and I had no idea it was basically a romance novel/series. Pretty embarrassing to read publicly, let alone listen to the audio book. It makes it a little hard to stay focused at work!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kS305Q-6AdyNVk4vbVqbd7LKlT7ey_GKv38LonJA6AfNtvxSiUcYXFkCAgJeo69dx1J7yTZ0mtozv93qzLeF4_8BzJEfP-7QpgFXBt8cT9IojGTB4aUZeaVMdSpJ29SN1698AoSlaVnw/s1600/day+10+mew.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kS305Q-6AdyNVk4vbVqbd7LKlT7ey_GKv38LonJA6AfNtvxSiUcYXFkCAgJeo69dx1J7yTZ0mtozv93qzLeF4_8BzJEfP-7QpgFXBt8cT9IojGTB4aUZeaVMdSpJ29SN1698AoSlaVnw/s320/day+10+mew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696317645139042370" border="0" /></a>By the way... I love these boots. They have been with me for a long ass time. And they're still in pretty good shape. So these 15 + year-old boots still manage to work in my wardrobe. I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing though?labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-60286685536797051082012-01-10T02:13:00.001-08:002012-01-10T02:19:39.497-08:00Case of the Mondays.So today was pretty uninteresting - just a lot of work and I miss carbs.<br /><br />But I did have to face my one enemy of Winter tonight. >:(<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHxaidGHI8rL5vCosBnbq357CD03L6MD9fCL-ivWoKx44JeTh_ub5_qyG2SuAJR3-f09bbHb0wK2lCpPD2oomSotsgH_g2olVHPp5Rcwyr6d3TUlJu1TZ8rw47IhQLUS1fW8KnDQuElSm/s1600/day+9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHxaidGHI8rL5vCosBnbq357CD03L6MD9fCL-ivWoKx44JeTh_ub5_qyG2SuAJR3-f09bbHb0wK2lCpPD2oomSotsgH_g2olVHPp5Rcwyr6d3TUlJu1TZ8rw47IhQLUS1fW8KnDQuElSm/s320/day+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695944824832852290" border="0" /></a><br />I hate you, FROST! I DESPISE YOU.<br />I HATE THE WRETCHED SOUND YOU MAKE WHEN I SCRAPE THE WINDSHIELD!<br /><br />One of these days I'll get the smarts and actually buy that windshield stuff or even go ghetto and put a rug on my windshield. But that day was not today.<br /><br />Nope.<br /><br />So mourn for my ears, Reader. That nasty spine-tingler of a scrape is horrific! No human should be subjected to that. Unless you're a horrible person. Then I curse you with a frosty window every time you go out to the car.<br /><br />I know. I really need to get some sleep. Because a frosty window isn't really all that much of an interest.... so why the hell are you still reading this??? GOOD NIGHT.labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-91725049925724254982012-01-09T02:34:00.000-08:002012-01-09T02:37:13.198-08:00Oh Hum!My view of the moon when I arrived at the PO plant. For a moment there I thought a cyclops was staring at me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoxJBTXBHEv-Tk6L2Q1bqHN4Mx572FatHCg_ZZBR6j6xBjik2NraZesTk38lRNsc3uWG_0r1q-TGCdWkmy2aV5NmgA5YSUgyD4cDbcb4cJNZrqeIsOqfpYPrMPQCOB2cdaYqAqRKMFBEg/s1600/day+8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoxJBTXBHEv-Tk6L2Q1bqHN4Mx572FatHCg_ZZBR6j6xBjik2NraZesTk38lRNsc3uWG_0r1q-TGCdWkmy2aV5NmgA5YSUgyD4cDbcb4cJNZrqeIsOqfpYPrMPQCOB2cdaYqAqRKMFBEg/s320/day+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695578799092203170" border="0" /></a><br />And woah, what? Another image?<br />.... yes. This is Ryan's late Xmas pressie too. Not from me, but I will not mind him sporting these ;)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEQidyMsrDysEHn5lPeVoOpJpSUtxwsXUX7G1mkJ0feOIWCnldpuN0kII6Skn45vB-kUpPwoLmnF6blMwSBxsi5klfwMAEOTqV_AeE90czEYfA5Xa8EeltSPEMOGIe6AZTnmINUV-2Z2Z/s1600/day+8+part+deux.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEQidyMsrDysEHn5lPeVoOpJpSUtxwsXUX7G1mkJ0feOIWCnldpuN0kII6Skn45vB-kUpPwoLmnF6blMwSBxsi5klfwMAEOTqV_AeE90czEYfA5Xa8EeltSPEMOGIe6AZTnmINUV-2Z2Z/s320/day+8+part+deux.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695579135994400322" border="0" /></a>labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-46953536012850250042012-01-07T22:05:00.000-08:002012-01-07T22:07:44.066-08:00Meh, Saturday.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityrzdTPIeDXY9VWadtUX6_8jfOvgvhWCxP5dnQWMaIG1W_zFfIKd3BjLcIHD8YR6ed5DoGwu4JztXlLdj75T70G0taeUQG61fm-WK88p5Z10bKs9Vwi-gRnTAzhVKS1C6MelF93jLr3In/s1600/day+7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityrzdTPIeDXY9VWadtUX6_8jfOvgvhWCxP5dnQWMaIG1W_zFfIKd3BjLcIHD8YR6ed5DoGwu4JztXlLdj75T70G0taeUQG61fm-WK88p5Z10bKs9Vwi-gRnTAzhVKS1C6MelF93jLr3In/s320/day+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695138664828176674" border="0" /></a><br />Shopping and sticking to home today/tonight. But look at what we have in store. I think Santa Muerte is fine with my meh night :)labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-19632013678939009762012-01-06T22:46:00.000-08:002012-01-06T23:11:52.433-08:00I'm going to do this, damnit.We are going to try something different this year with posts - since I obviously suck at regular posts. I'm giving myself a new project with this year. It's going to be a year of pictures; I'll find something interesting or what's happening and post... and why it's relevant, important, perfect, etc., to me.<br /><br />I know, I know. I already failed at daily posts and the new year just began. But we're going retro on those and hopefully it won't happen as often.<br /><br />But I figured this will help me in some way. Maybe even give me a more online presence or help me see things with a fresh eye.<br /><br />Something needs to change. So let's begin, shall we?<br /><br /><br />Day 1<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3q7OSRxCAJKZeipP4QWurGVXoX03PG68z0U3B0WJ24x_gokWkXthhlyFK8kihcTu2drcvOSWh19xoRRVb_cYSBu3XlVMT6oaGq0vdCw2P-6Gu_40FQLmZ4O00aH6dpYsIbXIwNgyb2Rg_/s1600/hood.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3q7OSRxCAJKZeipP4QWurGVXoX03PG68z0U3B0WJ24x_gokWkXthhlyFK8kihcTu2drcvOSWh19xoRRVb_cYSBu3XlVMT6oaGq0vdCw2P-6Gu_40FQLmZ4O00aH6dpYsIbXIwNgyb2Rg_/s320/hood.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694780495445672130" border="0" /></a>I've been a busy little B for awhile now. Been crocheting more and working on going advanced, but there's still much to learn. Anyways, i learned how to do these hoods on my own - read the pattern and did it completely on my own :) Quite proud of myself. Anyways, yes, indeedy, this Eski is getting crafty.<br /><br /><br />Day 2<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziGZSxHfkzs2TUt9Pud9YnG5MssrL9Yxbox6yxFoWvZKncWrFOi4CqfoPjH5VfirK_PmW1tjA6GiujY0lSE-M16zBy0v3BUIw94cV0JikuYFMp7HU2Dk0xQw47z_cM6xdq-RUqgcP1gzZ/s1600/day+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziGZSxHfkzs2TUt9Pud9YnG5MssrL9Yxbox6yxFoWvZKncWrFOi4CqfoPjH5VfirK_PmW1tjA6GiujY0lSE-M16zBy0v3BUIw94cV0JikuYFMp7HU2Dk0xQw47z_cM6xdq-RUqgcP1gzZ/s320/day+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694781810733191346" border="0" /></a>I was terribly sick after NYE. Rosy cheeks and stuff animals galore! And wait a sec! Is that a Slytherin jersey??<br /><br /><br />Day 3<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlP09rHEdTZOnv7rdvn1wdxfm54jmcuL1ENDIK_vSvCc3e4AkBGGgFe9fHviaFO_ld6yo1NtEWvb0JJjCeTRv7yZvoHmqNn7epy4kHTaPRXcCvoXCAWMsqPjScE4RasOXkYIDMrjNVOxFs/s1600/day+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlP09rHEdTZOnv7rdvn1wdxfm54jmcuL1ENDIK_vSvCc3e4AkBGGgFe9fHviaFO_ld6yo1NtEWvb0JJjCeTRv7yZvoHmqNn7epy4kHTaPRXcCvoXCAWMsqPjScE4RasOXkYIDMrjNVOxFs/s320/day+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694782300502303698" border="0" /></a>I glow! Danke schoen, Kyle.<br /><br /><br />Day 4<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTN2HKPQqDwwUeD5DyARjJayrr26DcNKpN5GvYBLGWZpk91WYu50BAKS_C1FbmKBzTNZR-Bn2Z5FTBY04NWCued9zhVC9ge6ENFl7ekyTErzG82P2PuXUzVmiriXJ5D70iR-KkKNLo81_D/s1600/day+4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTN2HKPQqDwwUeD5DyARjJayrr26DcNKpN5GvYBLGWZpk91WYu50BAKS_C1FbmKBzTNZR-Bn2Z5FTBY04NWCued9zhVC9ge6ENFl7ekyTErzG82P2PuXUzVmiriXJ5D70iR-KkKNLo81_D/s320/day+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694782838176138002" border="0" /></a>Every handsome devil must have angels on his cuffs. Don't you think? Rebellious angels, that is.<br /><br /><br />Day 5<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aHbYWCxADGSDou8KbIcrJrbomDysw2593XEaPAYt62fSxl08Yw4hL7TdK_RVzJBzfz940dOgBly6dMjsSmt6u7Lipc4h5VLsL7VyrLSImCQsDjsYbKUKlrAoEAR78rGipg7wqUEfU5xT/s1600/day+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aHbYWCxADGSDou8KbIcrJrbomDysw2593XEaPAYt62fSxl08Yw4hL7TdK_RVzJBzfz940dOgBly6dMjsSmt6u7Lipc4h5VLsL7VyrLSImCQsDjsYbKUKlrAoEAR78rGipg7wqUEfU5xT/s320/day+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694783219091615490" border="0" /></a>My Xmas gift arrived a little late... but it was from China. :) Hello, my new friend.<br /><br /><br />Day 6<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtCwa1Q18n9ZyGNPdVotQRxq6GQUjrf7RLv28nbpfGLHGGecfWQYjmye6CPdmkk502K8u7m5lFBXZtWH2PXp7nVH5SGg7cQiPoXdg6V8OYtSj0xr7QZ1XDT6nQXkdl1Cju8wAyj1WVLPB/s1600/day+6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtCwa1Q18n9ZyGNPdVotQRxq6GQUjrf7RLv28nbpfGLHGGecfWQYjmye6CPdmkk502K8u7m5lFBXZtWH2PXp7nVH5SGg7cQiPoXdg6V8OYtSj0xr7QZ1XDT6nQXkdl1Cju8wAyj1WVLPB/s320/day+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694783604997238450" border="0" /></a>I should be out with friends. But it's a Friday and I'm utterly exhausted from both my jobs. So here's to a night of sitting on the couch, watching Being Human, and crocheting in tube socks along with legwarmers. A girl has to still her some sort of fashion in. And 'ello there Bracelet of Doom!<br /><br />PS: Along with a pic a day, you may see some haikus from time to time. I can't give those up.labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-75054269465955633022011-07-21T14:16:00.000-07:002011-07-21T14:20:40.693-07:00Looking BackRecall with a smile.<br />Would I go to Mexico?<br />Almost feel the touch.labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-61131259933948262622011-06-03T15:06:00.000-07:002011-06-03T15:07:12.316-07:00Trying to turn frustration into chill.looks turn to whispers<br />serious cirri halo<br />be calm as the bluelabrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-30411629764369690122011-05-23T11:10:00.000-07:002011-05-23T11:44:59.844-07:00Well. I'm still here.I was not "raptured" - but that's ok. I spent my time hanging out in Sin City while those delusional peeps *ascended* to a higher level of madness. I did keep checking our suite's windows to see if anyone was floating, but nada. I guess you can't expect many to be saved in Las Vegas. But there was always that chance that one might ;)<br /><br />Anyways, the Rammstein show was more than I was hoping for! It was fire show after fire show... plus the two encores were exceptional. I'm very glad they played more from their third album than others - my favorite album of theirs! We got to see laser-eyed baby dolls explode, Till riding a huge dick that sprayed foam from the head, 6 feet wings on fire, and a stuntman lit on fire. The venue, Thomas and Mack Center, was smaller than I expected but the sound was pretty fantastic; in fact, I'd say it was much better than most of the venues here in SLC. And I was very surprised to see so many peeps from SLC/Utah travelled for the show. It was definitely worth the trip down there and I can say I finally got to see Rammstein on one of their few American tours. Heh, I even got goosebumps during the show! And despite how much my feet protested, I believe I stood up for more than 95% of the time.<br /><br />One thing that struck me, the different pronunciations of German words I heard. The guy next to me... I don't think he really knew how to say mich (me) and when Rammstein was playing Du Hasst Mich, I couldn't help but laugh in my head. Heh, I can't say I knew everything there though, I had to look up the translation for "Manche Folgen."<br /><br />I think I need to start taking German classes again. I honestly think it's slipping from my head and I don't get to practice it as much anymore. My German/Swiss friends email/post all in English now and I can only imagine how lazy my pronunciation is. Maybe when I take that class at the beginning of the year, I can add a German language class and buff up my skills. I tried to teach Ryan to say awesome, but... I didn't realize what a complicated word that is.<br /><br />Now I must apologize; I did not take any pictures of the show itself. I was afraid to take my camera into the venue so I left it out in the car. However, if there is any footage on youtube or anything like that, I highly recommend you to watch it. The show was very entertaining and a lot happened. I just wish I had documented it better for memory's sake. And if you are a pyro, I hope you are able to catch one of their shows before they're done.<br /><br />I am surprised they did not sing their Amerika song. Then again, I guess it does not really go with the Liebe ist fuer Alle Da motto.<br /><br />Zusammenfassend, ich bin ein begluekt Eski!labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-90386677171040163762011-05-03T15:42:00.000-07:002011-05-03T15:59:08.934-07:00!!!ever smiling plastic<br />rolling heads look straight forward<br />i stare at blank eyeslabrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-69140608846063957612011-05-02T14:33:00.000-07:002011-05-02T14:36:47.370-07:00:\soft whispers escape<br />smiling cheeks quickly flush pink<br />unanswered questions.labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-58303991435662088462011-04-21T08:29:00.000-07:002011-04-21T08:48:16.114-07:00Well, what do you say?I recently had a long lengthy conversation with one of my friends in NY. I haven't spoken to this friend for awhile, to save myself the drama and the annoyances of this friend's argument against another close friend. It was probably a good move, because I was able to speak with my friend, Jun, without having to go through that awkward stage of figuring out what relationship we have. We're still the same kids that started college together.<br /><br />Anyways, I always hate this part of the conversation with anyone you haven't spoken to for awhile: So what are you doing with yourself? I know it's a simple question. I know it's not meant to place me on guard. It's not meant to make me uncomfortable or having to explain myself of the choices I made. But I feel I have to. Especially, when the following question after that initial question is: Are you back in school?<br /><br />It's a little embarrassing when so many peeps had these fantastic dreams of what I'd become or what I'd do. I think I've disappointed many by not going to grad school in English or attending some prestigious law school. I know I could do it. I know I could ace all my classes. But my heart is not into it. It feels like I'd have to push myself always to finish.<br /><br />I don't feel at all bad that I did live up to other's dreams. I just feel those two things are not meant for me. I want something that's a bit more creative and not as stoic or soul-eating.<br /><br />I just haven't figured what I'd rather get into. I have a inklings to go into fashion or the fashion construction industry. I really ought to take a class in that and test out the waters. Maybe I should do that come fall or begining of next year? I'll definitely look into this. I hate the money part though. Grr...<br /><br />Well, anyways, I did relay this information to my friend, Jun. He seemed taken back, as others have been, but I think he understand I would not be happy had I gone into any of those two areas. He remains as supportive as ever.<br /><br />Thank you, friends, for remaining supportive and trying not to judge.labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2979443482755460256.post-76209693998127216782008-12-15T13:26:00.000-08:002008-12-15T13:38:34.023-08:00Me haileth.<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well Friends... </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You better read this, now that I have made my own little spot here on blogspot. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As part of the bargain, I'll try my besties to keep you entertained. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I <em>am </em>part of the cool kid club, so this should be pretty easy. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the meantime. Just love me as <strong>this</strong>:</span> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280134300028679490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4UJY2TuF7Y5V00ul2hyIACZHRURaelG6Vi5HSjIiT5hPhJ6YtkK3u-pft5BO9fXyno7PHd7hw2ukzbLJ-PeDcBlqu5Bt4hE8x4LIsIjrC8r4kAq6I1-kA3FXwxJITwCaCO90gZsNuIdI/s320/coolkidme.jpg" border="0" /></div>labrythynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08874648755539234678noreply@blogger.com3