tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17134460910767370282024-02-20T22:06:32.824-06:00The Game of LifeTara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-73836211687824946582011-04-08T20:10:00.000-05:002011-04-08T20:10:13.257-05:00Yogurtland Friday...<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;"></div><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;"></div><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;"></div><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;"></div><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;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><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;"></div><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;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWi6Oc8kS4Ege9UYRgeNQMJh1I5WNX8akkt8UUKEcoZiqpoHDbnYTrGhFQKxeu_iNPDkg-3KsYZjLuDXed7p02sFladGYX6n-GW8okmPQt0OcAAth6ZEJkVQ370phJh16Bi4MaAYmbLRRM/s400/IMG_3962.jpg" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>It's that day of the week again.... Yogurtland Friday!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b>I think this may be one of my favorite tradition's yet ;<b> )</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b>I know it looks like I just recycle the same picture week after week, but I promise I don't! I just can't stray away from my usual creation. I think I get more toppings than yogurt, but my theory is that since it's yogurt I need to make it equal to the fat content of regular ice cream, so I pile on the toppings. Hey, it's my theory and I'm sticking to it... </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eNNUZO-P4ohvrtQ4sR-PUm6-CTiWBKgBnNtIUTCX2wj0VNLEZ_OtupgqNXCUdh4mlCvx6dQpQID4ZpZevb4miy3vMOh2OmlvOzlY2kkeWekLRg9f3mxZPHI_bEKY92-NwgE7e3uDsnuV/s1600/IMG_3963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eNNUZO-P4ohvrtQ4sR-PUm6-CTiWBKgBnNtIUTCX2wj0VNLEZ_OtupgqNXCUdh4mlCvx6dQpQID4ZpZevb4miy3vMOh2OmlvOzlY2kkeWekLRg9f3mxZPHI_bEKY92-NwgE7e3uDsnuV/s640/IMG_3963.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, Yogurtland... <b>You rule. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, let me let you in on a little secret of mine.... Ice cream makes <i>everything</i> better! When I am in a bad mood, ice cream always cheers me up. Just for the record, I am not in a bad mood... I mean hello it's Friday! How could anyone be in a bad mood? But, I'm telling ya my closest friends and family know that to get me in a good mood all they have to do is get me some ice cream. I may regret saying this, but if you ever want to bribe me... I suggest you start with bringing me some ice cream. So, if your having a bad day or just can't think of anything better to do... <b>GO GET ICE CREAM! </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I also wanted to ask y'all a question...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I did yoga, which I usually do every Friday.... but today it was extra boringgg! I don't know why, but I am just not a yoga person. When they say to relax and turn off my mind, I do the complete opposite! Today I even walked over to my desk and wrote two things in my agenda that I needed to do this weekend <i>(I wish I was joking, but I am not)</i>. I also tend to do all the moves as quickly as possible, and fast forward all of the sitting down stretching parts.... <i>I am pretty sure I am missing the whole point of yoga</i>, <i>but for some reason just going through the motions at record speed still makes me feel like I accomplished something. </i>I mean I did put a YOGA dvd into my T.V, and I did do some weird looking things on my yoga mat.... So, I must have accomplished something right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Oh yah, so my question to you is....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>How do you make yoga not boring?? Also, do you believe it is important to incorporate yoga into your weekly workout schedule? </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a good weekend everybody :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
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</div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-37395340328771540202011-04-07T17:58:00.000-05:002011-04-07T17:58:04.875-05:00Time for some relaxin'<div style="text-align: center;"><b>I am done with tests until finals week. What will I do with all my free time now?!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sure I will find something.... Today I ran for a whole hour. It is amazing what you consider a long run, after running zero to barely any miles for 10 whole weeks! All I gotta say is, if you are a runner..... <i>never stop running!</i> Getting back into shape is hard work. I am finally feeling relaxed on my runs again, and it is a wonderful feeling :) Today, I jammed out to my Ipod and managed to tan my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">red </span>body. Or maybe I just made it worse? Oh well... point is I had a fabulous run.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tonight I made Nachos for myself, and now I am watching some good ole' T.V. I can't imagine a more perfect Thursday night...... Okay, I really can think of million's of things that would be more fun, but I am just happy that I don't have to study! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>It is almost Friday people.... Get excited! </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>SONG OF THE DAY:</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just heard this song today, and I loved it! I have been in the country music kinda mood lately :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Question of the Day: What has been your favorite song lately?</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-60130409261717662792011-04-06T19:37:00.000-05:002011-04-06T19:37:38.486-05:00Lobster body & raccoon eyes= not attractive!<div style="text-align: center;"><b>SORRY I AM TAKING THE NIGHT OFF FROM BLOGGING! </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I have a math test tomorrow, but it's my last one until finals woohooo</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>p.s I look like a freakin' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">lobster </span>right now! Laying out for three hours with no sun screen is not smart people... take my word for it ;)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BE BACK TOMORROW! :)</b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-4820541630674562692011-04-05T18:31:00.000-05:002011-04-05T18:31:50.279-05:00Dairy products hate me!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last night I had a bowl of cereal with regular skim milk, no chocolate soy crap like last time, and it tasted disgusting... again! The milk was sour and smelled terrible, but the date said it was good for another six days!! Me being the dumb person that I am ate half the bowl of cereal, until I finally decided it was okay to waste sour milk. <b>(F.Y.I I hate wasting things). </b>I just didn't understand why it would taste so bad if it wasn't even close to being expired. Has anyone else had this problem? I think my milk sat out in this Texas heat a little to long, before it got brought into HEB! I was tempted to bring it back to the store to get my money back, but I figured they would just laugh at me.... So, I threw over half of a carton of milk away in the trash :( </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The second dairy item that failed me was my new greek yogurt!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It tasted like purple goo...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seriously, it was not creamy at all. It looked like that stuff you have to put in your mouth when you get impressions of your teeth done before you get braces.... Oh and the worst part was, it tasted like that stuff too!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAO-eM1xKCEnuSWNqImCOnct0MO3I7y0mkghMWVjhqDMWfsQJJfCn6F6v-T-cdYoOYDEDbqgAGIh6fL8oGzXN3uF7TkXMQWU2ET4DOmTFAl2Sa82_kquqMMa0KhWdrPZiEl__ZgFJsWZqZ/s1600/IMG_3956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAO-eM1xKCEnuSWNqImCOnct0MO3I7y0mkghMWVjhqDMWfsQJJfCn6F6v-T-cdYoOYDEDbqgAGIh6fL8oGzXN3uF7TkXMQWU2ET4DOmTFAl2Sa82_kquqMMa0KhWdrPZiEl__ZgFJsWZqZ/s640/IMG_3956.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I think I am done experimenting with greek yogurt! It is so expensive, and it's not even good!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Question of the Day: Do you have a food that you try to force yourself to like, but it taste nasty?!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mine is Greek Yogurt! I want to like it so bad because it's filled with protein, but I just can't find a kind that I like! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">** Sorry my blog has been filled with nasty things lately, but at least you are seeing what not to buy! Just Kidding.. I am sure some of you would love this stuff, but not me that's for sure!!</div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-47697382221613516272011-04-04T17:26:00.000-05:002011-04-04T17:26:52.898-05:00A Walk to Remember...<div style="text-align: center;">I HATE THE <b>WIND!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was seriously pumping my arms as fast as they would go, and using all of my muscle <i>(which is a lot okay....) </i>on my run today, but I was moving absolutely no where! The wind was gusting like 100 m.p.h. today.... How is a little girl supposed to stay on the side walk when that happens? I also had to stop <i>three</i> times during my run because I got freaking dust in my contacts. Oh, and I had tangles in my hair out the wazoo. So, as you see it was a miserable run because of the dang wind. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moving right along... I now have to study for my math test :(</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, the good news is that this is my last test before finals. Hallelujah! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really want to watch my favorite movie right now, but I don't have time so I just watched a trailer for it instead.... Is that weird? hah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here it is:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/V96uhfQ0x9A?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ahhh... I love A Walk to Remember! I have yet to find a movie that beats it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Question of the Day: What is your favorite movie?</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-9730968069218426682011-04-03T20:09:00.000-05:002011-04-03T20:09:53.323-05:00This is why I never try new things!<div style="text-align: center;"><b>I am proud to say that today I was actually very productive!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I cleaned.</b><br />
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<b>I did laundry.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I went to Target.</b><br />
I needed new headphones, because on Friday Matt totally jinxed mine! He was making fun of my 1990 headphones that I happen to LOVE, and they are also the only ones that can actually stay on my ears while I run. (<i>Who else has the problem of those little ear buds sliding out of their ears?) </i>Well, Friday afternoon my favorite headphones stopped working! I was so angry... so I <i>had </i>to part with them, and find a replacement! This was a very difficult task let me tell ya... I was opening tons of boxes and running around Target testing to see if they would stay in my ears! I finally found a pair that was on sale for $13.00! The people that watch the security cameras at Target probably thought I was an idiot, but oh well.... These bad boys better stay in my ears, or back to Target they go! <b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshlY6Klie9ki5rJxik6zNTlW8fXJpvPujUtw_sl9UICUCP70V8nhUtnFTSsU1KUr_4ogYQTB58y6k2-1-ENW0RRw3_2nCBc4RsxwteSMpYQiCRNk2f9eEU_mCQuvOOY8SmcqshOVgC-CO/s1600/IMG_3946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshlY6Klie9ki5rJxik6zNTlW8fXJpvPujUtw_sl9UICUCP70V8nhUtnFTSsU1KUr_4ogYQTB58y6k2-1-ENW0RRw3_2nCBc4RsxwteSMpYQiCRNk2f9eEU_mCQuvOOY8SmcqshOVgC-CO/s400/IMG_3946.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <b>OLD</b><br />
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P.S As I was running around Target they kept falling out, and then I realized those gray things tighten up to fit around your ears. It definitely took me 15 minutes to figure that out....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I went grocery shopping.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I got all of my typical weekly items plus two new things! I noticed a coupon that said if you buy Kashi cereal you get a free 64oz Silk Soy Milk FREE! So, since I was getting cereal anyways I thought why not try some soy milk? It looked delicious, but read on to hear what I think about it now...<br />
I also got a new kind of flavored greek yogurt. I forgot to tell y'all that I officially HATE plain Fage Greek Yogurt now! I tried mixing pumpkin butter in it again, and it totally grossed me out this time. It was probably the worst combination of foods that I have ever had.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will let ya know how the new yogurt taste after I try it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I did my math review.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">By that I mean I corrected my teacher <s>100 </s> 6 times. This is not a lie! She puts videos up of our review online, and she made so many mistakes! Of course being the smart aleck that I am, I emailed her three different times telling her about her mistakes. She emailed me back after the second email thanking me, and I responded back with a <i>no problem... you also did this and this and this wrong!! </i>She responded again saying that she was going to send out a corrected video soon, and to let her know if I find any more mistakes. <i>I wanted to respond back and say, Oh sure, but only if I can have half of your salary or an A in the class ;) </i>Teachers these days.... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I went on a walk with Matt.</b><br />
These thirty minute walks are one of the things that I am definitely going to miss next year. I love them! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I made this for dinner.</b><br />
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<b> I made this for a snack.</b><br />
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I <b>hate </b>soy milk. I tried a sip with no cereal, and thought yummy. I then tried a bite with some cereal and milk, and still thought yummy! Well after I took three more bites I thought <b>NASTY! </b>What was I thinking.. cereal with chocolate milk!?!? It even looks gross. I swear a fellow blogger mixed Kashi Cereal with chocolate soy milk, and I remember thinking I gotta try that. Welp folks... I tried it, and I also poured majority of it down the drain! What a let down. This is why I never experiment with foods, because now Kashi Cereal even sounds gross to me!!! :0 <br />
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<b><i>Question of the day: What are some of your favorite combination's of foods, and what are some of the grossest combination's of food you have ever had?</i></b><br />
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Favorite combo: PB, Banana, Honey, & Cinnamon Sandwich & Frozen yogurt with Reese's.. from Braum's!<br />
Grossest Combo's: Greek Yogurt with Pumpkin Butter & Chocolate Soy Milk with cereal!</div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-46874490212167020542011-04-02T22:33:00.000-05:002011-04-02T22:33:46.788-05:00M&M Therapy...<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight I gave a little tour of A&M to my Uncle Darin, Aunt Angie, and cousin Ty. I am for sure no tour guide Barbie, but hopefully I did a decent job and will be hearing from my <i>future roomy </i>sometime in the near future! They brought me a cook book, I think that's code for saying we are tired of seeing the same three meals on your blog! <i>Just Kidding</i>... I can't wait to try some new recipes out!! The coolest part is that they are all 4 ingredient recipes, and they only take 10 minutes to cook..... That is my kind of cooking!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt and I went on a late night walk around campus. He gave me a little pep talk, and reminded me how important it is to have a positive outlook on life! I don't know why, but I have been struggling with that concept lately... I think it's called too much studying, and not enough fun!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkhyZ51mFmmQtEHTO13MOQJmTSNjgZOrHDAzbgFjvKQ-RiQFXq4mG8ei8PvDyJ4w8IH3ITTUZ_oTt8dlrzPp3FvYJA3y7eer927fxYvdtnEVyyKJpHwlF0QyLha85KEF_Af3R5klULsM_/s1600/IMG_3944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkhyZ51mFmmQtEHTO13MOQJmTSNjgZOrHDAzbgFjvKQ-RiQFXq4mG8ei8PvDyJ4w8IH3ITTUZ_oTt8dlrzPp3FvYJA3y7eer927fxYvdtnEVyyKJpHwlF0QyLha85KEF_Af3R5klULsM_/s400/IMG_3944.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>There isn't anything that a few peanut butter M&M'S can't fix ;) Yes, they are left over from Valentine's Day.... can you believe these little pieces of heaven have lasted that long? Usually I devour a whole bag at once... Whoops!<br />
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<b>HOPE EVERYONE HAD A FABULOUS SATURDAY NIGHT!</b><br />
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<b><i>Question of the Day: What is your favorite type of M&M? Or are you more of a Skittles fan?</i></b><br />
Personally, I LOVE plain m&m's mixed with skittles! My mom used to buy both packs for our birthday parties back in the day, and one time I mixed the two... it was AMAZING! Don't knock it until you try it. But, my two favorite types of m&m's are still peanut and peanut butter!!</div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-50156137541285944582011-04-01T21:48:00.002-05:002011-04-01T21:52:44.041-05:00I have a warrant out for my arrest.....<div style="text-align: center;">I studied sooo hard for <b>nothing!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">My tests were impossible, I don't know what was up with me today.... Even my guessing skills were off :/ When I finish a test I always immediately pull out my notes, and try to find the answers to the questions that I wasn't sure about. I usually end up finding some that I actually got right, but this time I missed every single one of the questions that I was unsure of Grrrr.... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am trying to have a positive attitude, and say God will take care of it. I know I tried my best which is all I can ask for<i>, </i>but it is hard to have a positive attitude when I <i>know</i> I missed a lot of questions, so unless some little fairy flies in my professors office and changes the answer key in my favor then I'm <b>screwed!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I plugged in the worst possible test grades that I could have gotten into my calculator for hours trying to calculate what my overall grade would be! After feeling like my head was about to spin off my neck, I decided that I would not let silly tests ruin my Friday night!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, Enough of the negative test talk.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Matt and I went to <i>our</i> restaurant... Pei Wei. Then we got some froyo from Yogurtland! I think I could live off of frozen yogurt. I am dying to enter a contest where you see who can eat the most yogurt at one time... I totally think I could win! With my sister coming in a close second ;)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqteYUNPm025u2_MuTJI4YT1AH5DtAPHyTZbYyAGa1A6Fsh7C2qNguTtV1av9lR2Zlu5eGy62RuXmE3FjrOVD-k7yfxFv7dkdsg1ziVzMKMncuk6uqwp1SHrRKgGWO0eQs3P8yiBMRU44/s1600/IMG_3939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqteYUNPm025u2_MuTJI4YT1AH5DtAPHyTZbYyAGa1A6Fsh7C2qNguTtV1av9lR2Zlu5eGy62RuXmE3FjrOVD-k7yfxFv7dkdsg1ziVzMKMncuk6uqwp1SHrRKgGWO0eQs3P8yiBMRU44/s400/IMG_3939.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I got my usual. Devils food cupcake batter, red velvet, and peanut butter with brownies and reese's <strike>and cookie dough.</strike> They were out of cookie dough :0 After I had a minor heart attack I decided to just scoop out more reese's to make up for the lost topping. It was delicious as always.<br />
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After I had my dessert fix I caught up on all the shows that I had missed this past week. I must say Parenthood and Survivor are still my two favorites. Survivor was so intense this week... I definitely screamed at the screen once or twice.<br />
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Anyways my Friday night was a success! I hope yours was too. Oh and I almost forgot.... <b>HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!</b><br />
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I April fooled my mom sooo good tonight. I don't think I have tricked anyone in years, but today I came up with the perfect one for my mom. I called her and told her that I got a letter in the mail saying I had a warrant out for my arrest! She totally bought it, because you see I had to mail in a paper to court from when I got my ticket 180 days ago, and it was supposed to be mailed in last weekend! I had her write the date on her calender and everything months ago to remind me to mail it, but she forgot. Of course someone like me <i>(someone who never goes anywhere without her agenda) </i>remembered to mail it right when I woke up the morning it was supposed to be mailed, but my mom didn't know that muahaha. She totally started freaking out and getting mad at me when I told her, so instead of saying <i>it's not my fault <b>you forgot</b> to remind me,</i> I caved in and told her APRIL FOOLS!! It was definitely a good trick though.... I am soo clever ;)<br />
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<b><i>Question of the Day: Did you trick anyone today? If not what is the craziest April Fool's joke you have ever heard of? </i></b><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am going to dinner with Matt, getting some dessert (undecided on what type), and catching up on all the T.V shows that I missed during the week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>P.S My sister, Brooke, who has been in Doha, Qatar since August will be back in America on May 7th! I am beyond excited. Get ready for some exciting blogs when she gets home, because we are gonna be doing some crazyyy fun things!!! AHHHH</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
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</b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-73769400850504474012011-03-30T16:57:00.002-05:002011-03-30T18:42:02.738-05:00Dogs: A girl's worst enemy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today while I was running I thought to myself... <i>Hmmm I wonder what I should write my blog about today</i>, and it couldn't of been more than a minute later when I started coming up on a man walking a beautiful German Shepherd. He must of heard me breathing, because he looked back and immediately yanked the dog's leash and not walked, but <b>sprinted</b> off the side walk. When he did that I thought<i>... he didn't need to do that, I could of just ran around him. </i>Well, it didn't take long for me to realize why he sprinted off the side walk... When I ran, by the pretty German Shepherd turned into a <i>huge vicious lion. </i>It jumped into the air, and tried to yank the leash out of the guys hand. Lucky for me the guy was pretty huge himself, so he pulled the <i>lion </i>back when it was in mid air. I swear I saw a flash of my obituary in the newspaper... it said something like <i>20 YEAR OLD RUNNER GETS EATEN BY A GERMAN SHEPHERD. </i>Not to mention my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my body, because it was beating so fast.... I definitely got a good "workout" in this afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just in case you didn't already know.... <b>I am deathly afraid of dogs! </b>I have had a handful of things happen in my life that contributed to my fear of dogs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. When I was little my family had this killer dog that bit people, and one time it pushed me into a ditch... with snakes!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. One time this lady was walking her dog with one of those retractable leashes. Well her dog started running towards me, and the leash nearly cut my circulation off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. One time I was riding my bike in my neighborhood... Minding my own business, and a Golden Retriever came out of no where and bit my leg! The owner called my house 30 minutes later telling me not to worry the dog had got its shots recently..... <i>(Oh phew feel free to bite me again then....??)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4. I always have dogs coming up to me when I run. They like to make circles around me, and bark until I pee in my pants..... (<i>I don't really pee in my pants, I promise)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5. My own dog pushed me into a flower bed when I was like five. <i>(See picture below.)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have had people say to me, <i>Oh you wouldn't be afraid of my poodle... It is so cute and small. </i>My answer to them is... <i>Yes you're right, I wouldn't be afraid. But, I would hate your annoying little yapping dog that licks peoples legs. </i>I like to call those kind of dogs, kick me dogs. So, yah don't invite me over if you have a little dog.... Just Kidding! I won't kick your dog I promise. But seriously, don't try to feed me any food because your dogs hair is probably in it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, as you can see I am more of a cat person! BTW Mommy, I know you are reading this. Is Shelby<i> (my cat)</i> still alive?? ......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/AVvXsEiGd6SFRhAanC-cca_dqSbLOpuNaG6FH0sgMV1UfWxXrUMYywMkLvNGa_00PcxXuWJUp303CHyyFbaFVE2Gmp3-8TdXo66Cp9sl9J2xZ6NY-kmfnL33pqNznXGYJRwkeietyQ3kdV1DQj_O/s1600/IMG_3929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGd6SFRhAanC-cca_dqSbLOpuNaG6FH0sgMV1UfWxXrUMYywMkLvNGa_00PcxXuWJUp303CHyyFbaFVE2Gmp3-8TdXo66Cp9sl9J2xZ6NY-kmfnL33pqNznXGYJRwkeietyQ3kdV1DQj_O/s640/IMG_3929.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was trying to get every last bit of peanut butter out of the jar, so I had to use my fingers.... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mine would be <b>Peanut Butter!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I enjoy peanut butter in and on so many things:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Peanut butter, banana, honey, & cinnamon sandwich</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Cat Cookies dipped in peanut butter</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Graham crackers covered with peanut butter</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. Banana with peanut butter</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. Apple dipped in peanut butter</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. Waffles with peanut butter</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Reese's peanut butter cups on my yogurt... it counts okay!</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. Peanut butter in my smoothies</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. Peanut butter in cookies</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. Pretzels dipped in peanut butter</div><div style="text-align: center;">11. Peanut butter on smores</div><div style="text-align: center;">12. Peanut butter in puppy chow</div><div style="text-align: center;">13. Peanut butter on a spoon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The list could go on and on, but you get the picture... Peanut Butter makes everything taste good!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I always have all different brands and flavors in my pantry <i>(see above picture). </i>I also have two more kinds that I keep at Matt's, for when he cooks something nasty. I just smoother whatever it is with peanut butter to make it taste good..... Just Kidding!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Matt is a fabulous cook. He didn't have work today, so he cooked for me and did the dishes! I think i've found a winner ;) </b></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tomorrow is NACHO NIGHT! I have been craving nachos since... well... last Wednesday :)<br />
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<b><i>Question #2: How do you like to eat your peanut butter?</i></b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-15286105575543855112011-03-28T17:28:00.003-05:002011-03-28T17:30:15.721-05:00Is it time to hang my spikes up?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wanted to share with y'all something that truly means a lot to me! I decided to record my blog for today, because I think the message will have more meaning if you can hear my voice rather than just reading what I have to say. I also wanted to use my new recorder. I hope you all enjoy it! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><b><i>Question of the Day: Did you like the audio blog? Should I do more?</i></b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-36810446238442904942011-03-27T19:30:00.000-05:002011-03-27T19:30:28.858-05:00Don't Stress.... order a "Happy Bee" Sandwich<div style="text-align: center;">I woke up at 6:04 this lovely Sunday morning thanks to my personal alarm clock.... <i>my mind! </i>Who freakin' wakes up that early on a Sunday?! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last night before I went to sleep I started thinking about all the things that I needed to accomplish today. Clean my room, do laundry, finish my math homework, go to the store, study for two tests, oh and stalk blogs ;) Once I started listing everything out I became extremely stressed, so I pretty much told my mind that I better wake up early in the morning because my list of things to do is extremely long! I hate when I do that, because when I said I wanted to wake up early I did not mean 6 A.M.... But, once I was up and my mind started going there was no way I was falling back asleep. I immediately jumped out of bed, and started crossing things off my list! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I could change one thing about myself, I would change how easily I get stressed. Have you ever sat and complained about everything you had to do, or said there was absolutely not enough hours in the day to accomplish everything? I do this all the time, and in reality if I used the time, that I sat and wasted complaining about everything, to actually start what needed to be done I probably would of finished it. But, that's easier said than done. Sometimes I just can't sacrifice my facebook time, snack time. or blog time with something productive.... <i>You know what I'm talking about... we have all done it! </i>I just feel like those are activities that keep me sane! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways, point is I really have to start working on this stress issue. Tonight Matt asked me, "So what do you have to do tonight," and I think I screamed back to him and started listing out everything.... <i>Lesson learned: Do not list everything out... it only makes matters worst! </i>Seriously though, being stressed does not solve anything!! -- <i>I am telling myself this right now too!</i></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/AVvXsEj9QO6KdpXiKHH1ifwlRvBVd_oah1Gcu1kCybagKQY0o0_ZEj-sYNByrpK6ytHqjbOrgmivCQPLvSLY8IKYazgox2XBoiAcksHfS_Ox37fe87YROryBDTXAMkzrhM3IHGRDn3Yke2yc99af/s1600/IMG_3921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9QO6KdpXiKHH1ifwlRvBVd_oah1Gcu1kCybagKQY0o0_ZEj-sYNByrpK6ytHqjbOrgmivCQPLvSLY8IKYazgox2XBoiAcksHfS_Ox37fe87YROryBDTXAMkzrhM3IHGRDn3Yke2yc99af/s400/IMG_3921.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt and I went to our favorite local restaurant again! This time they made the "Happy Bee Sandwich" on the correct bread! It was delicious as always, but lets be honest how could a peanut butter, honey, banana, and cinnamon sandwich be anything but delicious!</div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S I now know why my pictures stink compared to all you other blogger's pictures.... </div><div style="text-align: center;">1. My camera is ancient</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Matt gets extremely embarrassed when I pull my camera out and start taking pictures of my food! I tried to tell him that no one was watching, but he insisted that I only take one. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>CONGRATS TO MY MOMMY! SHE RAN HER FIRST 1/2 MARATHON THIS MORNING!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>She ran an amazing time, and even negative splitted :0</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I am so proud of her! Now time for a marathon....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Question #2: Do y'all get emails when I comment back to you? I really don't like having my comments like this, but the other way kept messing up! </i></b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-92202735377460383012011-03-26T18:17:00.002-05:002011-03-26T18:20:02.180-05:00We're Feeling good, we're feeling alright, yeah...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I WANT TO GO TO A REBELUTION CONCERT SOO BAD!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, I missed two perfect opportunities... they were in Dallas yesterday and Austin tonight! :(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyways, listen to it and tell me what ya think... I feel like I can relate the song "Feeling Alright" to my life right now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; text-align: center;"><i>"Well it's a struggle, every day we're stressing<br />
What's a life without dedication<br />
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We're Feeling good, we're feeling alright, yeah"</i> </div><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;">I feel like in our world today people are constantly stressed out about something, and this is not the way to live our life's! Sometimes we need to just step back, and relax.... At the end of the day it doesn't matter what grade you make on a test, who makes the most money, or who has the nicest clothes. It is only important to live each and everyday to the fullest!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/AVvXsEiFRu_yJF8mJEhL3egK5k00rivPxZB0sOJ3f9gWMGMH3lhti19wxHamIzYHqLUn5MFqFaTktaJqFciv09_T-M4zTWOvvf78A1UMvd8IbI0HS11FVDvTysvxKsb9lxX7b0Xr6pyH2z4Ka53d/s1600/IMG_3918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRu_yJF8mJEhL3egK5k00rivPxZB0sOJ3f9gWMGMH3lhti19wxHamIzYHqLUn5MFqFaTktaJqFciv09_T-M4zTWOvvf78A1UMvd8IbI0HS11FVDvTysvxKsb9lxX7b0Xr6pyH2z4Ka53d/s640/IMG_3918.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Matt and I went to Yogurtland last night after Pei Wei. I was so excited because they had their new flavor <b>Devil's Food Cupcake Batter! </b>So, I got that kind, Peanut Butter, and Red Velvet Cupcake Batter. Then I added the toppings (the best part) reese's, brownies, and cookie dough! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Yesterday was one of those days for me. I was craving ice cream really bad. I begged Matt for like 5 minutes to get Yogurt Land, and then he eventually caved in and granted my wish ;)</div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-74907905855702412082011-03-26T07:43:00.004-05:002011-03-26T07:45:40.689-05:00FREE FOOD!<div style="text-align: center;">Today on my run I decided to play "Sweet & Sour." (You know the game that we all played in elementary school on the bus on the way to field trips... yah that one!) <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i> </i></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: red;">Side Note: One time a kid in my class held up a piece of paper that said "HELP US", and the car behind the bus called 911 because he thought we all got kidnapped or something... The kid ended up getting suspended, but I personally think it was totally worth it.... It was hilarious! </span> </i> </span><br />
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Anyways, the game was really fun and totally made the time fly by until I ran by a group of core guys. I got like 15 "Howdys" in a matter of 5 seconds, and at that point the game was no longer fun! I may be a Texas girl, but I am sorry I will not be caught dead saying HOWDY! I always walk with my head down around campus when I see a core guy, because as soon as you make eye contact with one of them you are bound to get a howdy. I always just smile, and say HELLO back. I am sure it makes them mad... oh well!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am not bashing on core guys I promise. Just the howdy part ;) Once in my geology lab I had a really nice core guy as my partner. I played dumb on the first day, so he would identify all the rocks for me and it worked....Sucker!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, back to the game... I was shocked at how many "sour" people there are out there. I would smile and give a little head nob to everyone that I passed, but I got a whole lot of nothing in return. Even the College Station cop ignored me.... Well, I guess I can't say I was too shocked about that one. They love giving perfect law abiding citizens ti<span style="font-size: small;">ckets the one time they screw up... Grrrr. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I plan on playing this game again, so I will let ya know if people get "Sweeter" or "Sourer" (<i>Is that even a word? Oh well it is now!)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My apartment was giving away FREE food today in the clubhouse, but you would of thought they were giving away a million dollars. It is amazing how excited college kids get when they hear the word FREE, and the word FOOD was just an added bonus! The line was out the door just to get pizza from like Cici's... who even likes Cici's?? <i>Well I do like their dessert pizza, but that's about it.</i><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I did learn something while watching the mob of people.... Maybe I should start advertising my blog by saying, "IF YOU FOLLOW MY BLOG I WILL GIVE YOU FREE FOOD." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">P.S I had some yummy dessert tonight, I will post a picture of it tomorrow. I promise :) Oh and Matt and I's date night to Village Cafe didn't quite work out... We drove all the way there to find out they were throwing a private party, so it was closed to the public! I was starving at that point, so I wanted to tell the man look it ain't no party without me.... Just Kidding... Matt would of died. We ended up going to Pei Wei, and we plan on going back to Village Cafe on Sunday. If they even think about throwing another private party, I WILL give them a little piece of my mind ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></i> </div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-29566044961926027202011-03-24T19:23:00.001-05:002011-03-24T19:24:19.905-05:00Get to know the Girl behind "The Game of Life".....<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I found this on someone's blog that I read, so I thought it would be a fun thing to share with y'all! </strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">A. Age:</strong> Well I just turned 20 March 15th, but <b>what age do I look like</b>..... 13? Maybe 16 if I am not in my running clothes! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">B. Bed size:</strong> At home I have a trundle bed. It's name is Trundie.... I love it! At school I have a full size bed. It feels like a king size bed compared to Trundie. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">C. Chore you hate:</strong> I am kinda weird because I love cleaning. I clean my room every Sunday, but I would say my least favorite chore is my nightly routine... washing my face, brushing my teeth, and taking out my contacts! Yes, those are chores for me. I always just wanna go to sleep not go through a 20 minute routine before I can get in bed. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">D. Dogs:</strong> My family has a Jack Russell Terrier named Miles back at home. I pretend to hate him, but really we are pretty good buddies.. I like my cat more though :)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span></span><br />
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Essential start to your day:</strong> Eat breakfast, check facebook, and look at blogs.. oh and that terrible routine that I described earlier... well I do it in the morning too! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">F. Favorite color: </strong><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Hmm it changes frequently, but I love orange and yellow esp. together! </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">G. Gold or Silver:</strong> Silver! I have a silver charm bracelet that I love from Matt, a silver necklace from my Aunt Sus, and a silver ring from Matt which I wear everyday!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">H. Height:</strong> That is a touchy subject... I am 5'1'', a.k.a too short!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I. Instruments you play:</strong> I took piano lessons back in the day, but I never practiced so my teacher got mad and yelled at me, so I quit! I also played the recorder in elementary school... I was a pro at hot cross buns! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">J. Job title:</strong> I am a student at Texas A&M... toughest job out there ;) I am studying to be a teacher someday though!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">K. Kids: </strong><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">None right now obviously I am still a kid myself :) but I am still undecided for in the future. The whole pregnant thing doesn't sound like fun, but I know I will want kids someday I am sure. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">L. Live: </strong><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Good ole' College Station! I want to live in Austin someday, or the house that I grew up in heheh!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">M. Mom’s name:</strong> Gail or should I say Mommmmeeeee. I call her mommy, and when she doesn't listen it comes out a lot like <b>MOMMMMMEEEEEE </b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">N. Nicknames:</strong> I have had a lot! My mom calls me T-Bird. Brooke calls me Nanners. Matt calls me Lynn.... haha JK I wanted him to call me Lynn (my middle name), so I saved my number in his phone as Lynn! He still hasnt't changed it... it will rub off on him sooner or later!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">O. Overnight hospital stays:</strong> Never. Well when I was born I believe they make you spend the night, if I could of talked then I am sure I would of told my mom lets get the heck out of here... it smells and the food stinks! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">P. Pet peeve:</strong> Oh my too many! Messy people, fake people, people who walk slow, umm I have so many I can't even think of them! They change daily ha</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Q. Quote from a movie:</strong> Any quote from A walk to Remember! It is my favorite movie of all time! I used to have it memorized.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">R. Right or left handed:</strong> Right handed! Why do left-handed people think they are so special?? </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">S. Siblings: </strong><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I am the middle child! I have an older sister, Brooke and a younger sister, Haley! I love them more than anything. They are my best friends, even if they love to pick on me!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">T. Time you wake up:</strong> Earlyy. I love to get my day going. One time I woke up at 9:30 and I think I had a minor heart attack! I had so much to accomplish in so little time!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">U. Underwear:</strong> Yes, that is just gross if you don't wear them.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">V. Vegetables you dislike:</strong> I think it may be easier to name the veggies I LIKE: broccoli, corn on the cob, green beans in a can, pretty much all beans, and tomatoes (yes they are a veggie not a fruit.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">W. What makes you run late:</strong> I AM NEVER LATE! I remembered one of my pet peeves... late people! I can't stand when people are late. I am usually at least 10 minutes early... I have to set my clock in my car ahead of time because if not I get there wayyy to early! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">X. X-Rays you’ve had:</strong> Nada.... Well I lied my Mommy takes x-rays on my teeth!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Y. Yummy food you make:</strong> My favorite thing that I make is Nachos! I also love making desserts. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Question of the Day: Pick three of the questions, and tell me your answers!! </i></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1.538em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>NOW, MEET SOME OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE:</b></span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Mommy! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Boyfriend of 3 years, Matt! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Dad, Matt (again), and my Papa a.k.a my coaches ;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sorry I couldn't find a good picture, but my Mom (again) and my Granny!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My lovely sisters... Brooke and Haley!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooke (again) and Mitch (Brooke's husband)</td></tr>
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<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-87212081021060921432011-03-23T19:25:00.000-05:002011-03-23T19:25:50.127-05:00Hallucinations....<div style="text-align: center;"><b>I LOVE WARM WEATHER... </b>well I thought I did anyways.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I went on my run at 3 o'clock in the afternoon <i>a.k.a the hottest and sunniest time of the day. </i>It was 90 degrees outside! I say every winter that I will never complain about it being too hot, but today it was <i>too hot! </i>What am I going to do when it is 100+ degrees.... Well not run in the afternoon that's for sure. I felt all 90 of those degrees let me tell ya.... I am pretty sure I looked ridiculous out there. But, I learned that trying to get back in shape and hot weather really don't mix. It only leaves one looking like they just <a href="http://www.runningthesahara.com/">ran across the sahara desert</a>. I am dead serious. The rays from the sun were making the pavement look never ending, and when I saw a puddle of water I wanted to lick it off the ground (<i>I am a germ freak, so you know I was dying). </i>When the sun went into the clouds for all of 4 seconds I screamed Hallelujah.... in my head of course. I already had enough attention on me with the loud panting noise I was making, I didn't want any more! Anyways, I eventually made it back to my apartment and chugged tons of water. It was not one of my finest runs, but hey I got a nice tan ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and my face was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">bright red!</span> I don't know why, but for some reason my face seems to turn red easier than others....<span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. When I do pushups my face turns bright red! <i>Who knew you were supposed to breathe when you do pushups?? I always hold my breathe apparently...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>2. </i>When I do any form of exercise my face always turns bright red!</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. When I give speeches my face turns bright red! <i>Oh and I also shed tons of tears and grab on to my mom's leg begging her to let me miss school because I have a presentation... I will explain this later!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have I mentioned that my hands also turn an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">abnormal purple </span>color when I get cold... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I just can't win with any weather cold or hot.....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNbDwg3w3hyphenhyphenTztBjyCGcvgQB-YI7V6OK3lGu_R-YdRU1pTrq-OeV3HzIMXe1s-EJxaHMsm5iSUlKMt2NZqPrRM9crUyepimOWp06EZrU7OAIrOGxf07tsWYZ__ZeFUYfK9fJjztdLuNcg/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNbDwg3w3hyphenhyphenTztBjyCGcvgQB-YI7V6OK3lGu_R-YdRU1pTrq-OeV3HzIMXe1s-EJxaHMsm5iSUlKMt2NZqPrRM9crUyepimOWp06EZrU7OAIrOGxf07tsWYZ__ZeFUYfK9fJjztdLuNcg/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got fancy today and made potato skins for an appetizer and....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>PSHH... I WISH! DID I FOOL ANYONE?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">My dad sent me these pictures from his dinner! He has a lake house at Possum Kingdom Lake, and was eating dinner at a place that over looks the lake. I wish I could cook this fancy stuff, because I could really go for some potato skins right about now..... :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Question of the day: What is your favorite appetizer to order at restaurants?</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I rarely order appetizers, but I love potato skins! I usually just get them for my meal. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-85562895551070170302011-03-22T18:32:00.000-05:002011-03-22T18:32:16.763-05:0048 DAYS UNTIL SUMMER!<div style="text-align: center;"><b>I don't know about y'all, but I am ready for Friday!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The week after Spring Break is never a fun one. Plus, I am getting a little unmotivated....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1. The sun is shining, so I find myself constantly looking out my window wishing I was outside. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I went on a run, and went on a 30 minute walk with Matt! We are going to try to start doing these walks more often, they are so much fun! You get to talk, and soak up some vitamin D at the same time! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2. My sister and Mitch are supposed to be back in America the first week of May, so that's all I can think about!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I absolutely can't wait until they are home. I have missed them so much the past year, and I can't wait for all of our Austin adventures this summer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>3. Exams are coming up, and I am only thinking about the day of my last exam. Instead of when I should start studying or what the exams are even going to cover....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to be home the day Brooke and Mitch get home, which just so happens to be the week of exams. So, I keep forgetting that I actually have to study!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>4. All the Vitamin D that I have been taking in is making me tired!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously it is 6 o'clock right now, and I kinda just want to lay in bed.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>5. Teaching jobs are scarce, so my degree is pointless!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">JK THAT IS A JOKE! But, seriously teaching jobs are scarce... it's kinda scary! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I could go on and on, but the point I am trying to make is.... CAN IT BE SUMMER ALREADY?!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Question of the day: What do you do to stay motivated in times like these? Are you ready for summer too?</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>FOOD OF THE DAY:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqHHWACKVvn_zc4OkBEGtc_2gouJXB6bM4qDBqCt46gvrDrkM9EPVd-0-y826Xd7A8y7iulPtleEmvU6DivFjnFM4zW9oTU3aGXIKMVTXESAHPPg1DqGfUHC6LXQtwR3peZL_SA4i3WMZ0/s1600/IMG_3872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqHHWACKVvn_zc4OkBEGtc_2gouJXB6bM4qDBqCt46gvrDrkM9EPVd-0-y826Xd7A8y7iulPtleEmvU6DivFjnFM4zW9oTU3aGXIKMVTXESAHPPg1DqGfUHC6LXQtwR3peZL_SA4i3WMZ0/s640/IMG_3872.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Another bar, but these are great I promise!</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are all-natural and have a pretty good amount of protein<i> 8 grams</i> for only being <i>170 calories.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>They com in other flavors too:</u></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chocolate Caramel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chocolate Peanut</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chocolate Pretzel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cinnamon Coffee Cake</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>FITNESS TIP:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Want a little extra exercise? Start parking your car in the farthest parking spot away from the entry to the grocery store, Walmart, school, or whereever you go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The weather is fantastic now, so you have no excuse! Well, if you are in Texas anyways. There is no need to wait behind a car with your blinker on for 2 minutes while they load their groceries into their car.... I promise it won't kill ya to park a little father out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>This is one of my biggest pet peeve's.... </i></b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-30306635763108258932011-03-21T20:28:00.000-05:002011-03-21T20:28:57.834-05:00Vent of the week....<div style="text-align: center;">I used my <a href="http://taralynnupshaw.blogspot.com/2011/03/20th-birthday-eve.html">recorder</a> that I got for my birthday for the first time today, and let's just say it definitely works.... I recorded my history lecture on my phone <i>and</i> the recorder just in case the recorder did something crazy on me and failed on my first attempt, but after my classes ended I tested it out and I have four words for <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">you.....</span> I am officially deaf! </b>I was used to barely hearing the lectures on my phone even with the volume turned all the way up, so when I did the same thing on this one I discovered that I could hear the dang thing even if I was standing right by a helicopter! So, in other words <b>I love my new recorder! :)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b></b>I accomplished a lot again today.... I am on a role! I was trying to figure out my schedule for the fall, and I came to the realization that for the next two years I am going to be learning entirely to much about phonics, vowels, and syllables. Seriously, how many reading classes does a teacher need to take! I am in my first of many reading classes this semester, and I will tell you one thing I learned early on.... <b>teach a grade level where the students already know how to read! </b>I am sure it is a very rewarding process, but I am sorry I just find it incredibly boringg.... Anyways, I am not to happy with my upcoming classes. I would much rather have some history classes. I mean my teaching emphasis is in History, but apparently the Education program thinks it is more important to take 10 reading classes..... grrr. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that I got a little venting out, here's some more.... Tonight I went over to Matt's apartment to cook some chicken while he was at work. When I opened the fridge to get it out it was not there.... it was in the freezer! After I said a few choice words in my head (directed towards Matt) I began sawing on the frozen chicken with a huge knife to separate my piece of chicken from the rest. After about 15 minutes my arm was tired from sawing (<i>talk about an arm workout)</i>, and the chicken was not separating so I dethawed it in the microwave! <i>Why did I not do that in the beginning you ask?.... Well, I am dumb!</i> So, after I finally got the chicken separated I started cooking it along with some broccoli and corn, and it turned out to be a delicious dinner after all. Oh and I forgot to add I also had to clean the dishes <i>before</i> I could even begin cooking! <b>Boys... can't live with 'em, but can't live without 'em! </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, I really am done venting now! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>FITNESS TIP:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV76708LB4WXDPzrgheouSROD6tU-xFvKOtLLWZ3eM9rnBveTlixPudP_uip-vPaT81gqPOlW-2jicXmujZGRbT7irnJ7_SwVxtldcR1dNFklO0sY4UTpjjIUrOASTCWBsipEZrzzUZIea/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV76708LB4WXDPzrgheouSROD6tU-xFvKOtLLWZ3eM9rnBveTlixPudP_uip-vPaT81gqPOlW-2jicXmujZGRbT7irnJ7_SwVxtldcR1dNFklO0sY4UTpjjIUrOASTCWBsipEZrzzUZIea/s640/IMG_0809.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> MY NEW FAVORITE TOY! </div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom got this foam roller for me, and I just started using it over Spring Break. I love it because it massages sore muscles, and makes stretching fun! I always forget to stretch, but now that I have this I get excited to stretch.... Okay, so I get excited about the darnest things, but seriously get one of these. Your muscles will thank you ;)</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh348htqhM8vUBgiGqEconStr-FKDzCWnpxsLOYiinKl4nTQIiVBYCjcijGa2vllarKyNIjXAEeekn1eQBFtHmGLYLJ5HTfRKjsPk653tBmCPPOP2IcwIKGsmYVS970nShnleA9SrSrsrCp/s1600/IMG_0817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh348htqhM8vUBgiGqEconStr-FKDzCWnpxsLOYiinKl4nTQIiVBYCjcijGa2vllarKyNIjXAEeekn1eQBFtHmGLYLJ5HTfRKjsPk653tBmCPPOP2IcwIKGsmYVS970nShnleA9SrSrsrCp/s640/IMG_0817.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">THIS IS SO FUN.... that's what I'm thinking :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Question of the day: Do you stretch after every workout, or are you lazy like the "old" me!</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Question #2: What is something you have kept bottled up inside of you? Go ahead... vent to me!</i></b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-11743864825757989532011-03-20T19:01:00.000-05:002011-03-20T19:01:43.656-05:00PEI WEI SUNDAY!<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;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>I have been so productive today... which is odd considering I am still kind of in Spring Break mode!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I cleaned, went grocery shopping, organized my room, did homework, and hung out with my best friend :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The 85 degree weather was to nice to be cooped up inside all day, so Matt and I went on a 30 minute walk and I filled him in on everything that he missed over Spring Break. I wish we could of stayed out there forever, but Matt was a getting a cramp!! haha Well, it was kind of my fault I made him walk right after we ate at Pei Wei!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIO-8pQQQr9HeNpQkZrwMuB3WcKHWnj9zaDfoWpve4H9NXvsSh4KZrloAxwky6FfY_LHqzTaNG1S6tSoBee6C0627hoQu4HmUnmvfAYqiRqCOhQBPImoa_KQkR80arTZGuQ4h-7D2Xlx7k/s1600/IMG_3908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIO-8pQQQr9HeNpQkZrwMuB3WcKHWnj9zaDfoWpve4H9NXvsSh4KZrloAxwky6FfY_LHqzTaNG1S6tSoBee6C0627hoQu4HmUnmvfAYqiRqCOhQBPImoa_KQkR80arTZGuQ4h-7D2Xlx7k/s400/IMG_3908.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>If you didn't already know, Pei Wei is my favorite restaurant ever! I always get the Teriyaki Chicken with white rice which is really simple, but amazing! :) Matt and I always get two fortune cookies, and let the other person choose one for their fortune but we never eat them. I know what a waste, but it is a fun game. Plus, who even likes those things... they taste like a mix between paper and stale bread! <i>(I used to love them, and by love I mean that I once consumed 15 of them in one sitting... whoops! Maybe that's why I don't like them any more.) </i>Anyways, Pei Wei is like Matt and I's restaurant... I think we will still be going once a week even when we are 80 years old!<br />
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<b><i>Question of the day: Do you have a restaurant that you eat at once a week?</i></b><br />
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Now I have to read a book for my History class. Not gonna lie, I have a nerdy obsession with History. I love learning about it, and my history classes have been my favorite classes in college so far! I wish I would of actually learned history in high school instead of just memorizing it for a test and then forgetting it right after... It would of made my college life a lot easier too!<br />
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<b>FOOD OF THE DAY:</b><br />
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</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/AVvXsEi7pLyaNYjUoS4ZHw7rXBgljfML3_ZHieBARLP4Pzz7y0VYYaTlnIhbhdHdjdKKVDWXHNNR44x0ViWoz7gismLUMBVI6_BXLtjFcJWvFkAzenrc9oB60U1cujOsQlesSNjXsTgkYzRxgh9S/s1600/IMG_3910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pLyaNYjUoS4ZHw7rXBgljfML3_ZHieBARLP4Pzz7y0VYYaTlnIhbhdHdjdKKVDWXHNNR44x0ViWoz7gismLUMBVI6_BXLtjFcJWvFkAzenrc9oB60U1cujOsQlesSNjXsTgkYzRxgh9S/s400/IMG_3910.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chocolate Cat Cookies from Judy :) They taste like chocolate teddy grahams, but better and healthier!<br />
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<i>WARNING: THESE COOKIES ARE VERY ADDICTIVE</i><br />
I had to put the bucket away before I devoured it!<br />
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</div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-86936932529338897092011-03-19T22:30:00.000-05:002011-03-19T22:30:45.951-05:00Back to the daily grind....<div style="text-align: center;"><b>SPRING BREAK IS OFFICIALLY OVER :(</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had so much fun celebrating my birthday and hanging out with my family... There really is <i>no place like home</i>!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was welcomed back to College Station with a few surprises:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>1. Matt </b>(He showed up at my apartment and helped me unload all my stuff and carry it up three flights of stairs) He also gave me this....</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was so tired from driving I didn't even notice that he added a new charm right when I looked at it! But, when I gave it a second glance I noticed the <i>peace sign! </i>He added it to my bracelet for my birthday :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thanks for the welcome "home" gift Granny! I can't wait to try these nectarines... they are just the right ripeness too.<br />
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3. A card from my Mommy and a letter from Charlie<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I love mail, especially when I am feeling a little sad that I am no longer HOME!<br />
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<b>ONLY 7 WEEKS OF SCHOOL LEFT FOR ME!<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I have so much to look forward to this summer... but the most exciting thing is BROOKE AND MITCH GET HOME SOON!!<br />
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<b><i>Question of the Day: Do you enjoy being at home and chilling with family, or would you rather be out with friends?<br />
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</b></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-48518320938213211672011-03-18T22:54:00.003-05:002011-03-18T23:00:35.381-05:00Inspiration<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Everyone needs some inspiration once in awhile....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tonight I watched </b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKmuvjL2cVw"><b>The Secretariat</b></a><b> with my Granny and Papa. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a></b><br />
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<b>Some of my favorite quotes from it were:</b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">"This is not about going back. This is about life being ahead of you and you run at it! Because you never know how far you can run unless you run."</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">"It's not whether they think we won. It's whether we think we won."</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">"Let him run his race." </span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">-- The last one is one of my favorites because my mom always tells me to, "Run my race" during my cross country and track races. I can always hear her say this even when she is surrounded by tons of yelling people.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I would definitely recommend this movie to all runners for sure, but also to people who just need something that will remind them that </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">anything is possible if you set your mind to it! :)</span></span></i></b></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had my first Luna bar ever the other day! I was shopping with my mom in Luke's Locker, and I was starving. I will let you in on a little secret... I get in a veryy bad mood when I get hungry, so I bought this! It was very good, and now I want to try some other flavors.<br />
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<b><i>Question of the Day: Have you ever had a Luna Bar? If so what is your favorite flavor?</i></b></span></td></tr>
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</span></div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-62951752344938239612011-03-17T23:17:00.000-05:002011-03-17T23:17:44.354-05:00Who Stole the Cake?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Tonight I had birthday celebration #3 at my Granny's and Papa's house!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Granny made my favorites......</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pineapple Chicken, Green Beans, and a whole bunch of other stuff!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She also made my favorite cake: Chocolate Chip Bundt Cake!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thank you Aunt Gina for giving me all kinds of cooking goodies! I can't wait to cook some of those cookies in my new apron... with my pig utensils :)<br />
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<b>Birthday #3 was a major success.... I loved chatting with Papa, Granny, my Mom, Dad, Haley, Aunt Gina, Uncle Darin, Uncle Bill, Dana, Sara, and Camp!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Uncle Darin showed up late, so we thought it would be funny if we hid the cake! Well, between Granny's bad lying and my bad acting it was not as funny as we had planned. I think Uncle Darin really was hyperventilating when he walked in and saw an empty plate, but he just didn't want to admit it. ;)<br />
<b><i>Rule #26: Never get in the way of an Upshaw and their dessert!!<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">We will do some kung fu on ya....<br />
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<b>Today I also got my hair cut....</b></span></i></b></span></b></span></td></tr>
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</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">The weekend is near, which is bad news for once!! It means my spring break is almost over :( I am not ready to go back to studying.... </div>Tara Upshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993058114868550843noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713446091076737028.post-46074931869750540672011-03-16T20:34:00.000-05:002011-03-16T20:34:21.115-05:00VOTE for the Mc's<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Dear Matt, </b>thanks again for the wonderful birthday surprise! I wish you could of stayed longer, but I will see you soon! What would you of done if I started beating you up because I thought you were a burglar?... Don't you know that you should never "surprise" someone when they are in deep sleep! <b>Dear Brooke, </b>today Kirsten and I had a good walk, but we wish you could of joined us! We need you to show us how to power walk.... maybe we can learn in AUSTIN this summer :) <b>Dear Nail Salon, </b>my mom made me go to you today!!! Lets just say $22 dollars later my toes do look good, but I <i>will not </i>be going back anytime soon. My mom even told them not to massage me, but they still "tickled" my feet and made me squirm in my chair. Who would ever pay for that torture?? <b>Dear <a href="http://www.bjsbrewhouse.com/">BJ'S Brewhouse</a>, </b>your mini cheese pizza is to die for. I have never had a better pizza in my life... if only you were located in College Station. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I hope everyone is watching American Idol... vote for Paul McDonald & Scotty McCreery :)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everyday I have Greek Yogurt, but I usually dip pretzels into it. Today, I decided to dip some Gorgonzola crackers into it which I got from The Bible's for my birthday. They were delicious! They have blue cheese in them which I actually don't like, but I LOVED these. Next time I am just going to eat the crackers plain because they have such great flavor, and the yogurt was kind of taking away from it.<br />
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</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last night I went to sleep, and around one o'clock in the morning I hear, "Tara.. Tara.. wake up." It was Matt! He got off work at 10 o'clock and drove all the way here to surprise me on my birthday! It was a great surprise, and I am so glad I got to celebrate with him! Now he is headed back to College Station for work in the morning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today my Granny took me shopping! But, somehow Haley left with more clothes than me.... What's up with that? haha, I will remember this when it's Haley's birthday. Then tonight I ate at <a href="http://www.tolbertsrestaurant.com/">Tolbert's</a> with my Mom, Granny, Matt, and his parents. It was a lot of fun, and "Frank's Frito Pie" really hit the spot. (Sorry I forgot to get a picture) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Mommy got me a cookie cake!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxM9J6HNnBLBk0UsOIVVK-09GSyUXmSjv8omnQ_P-lugwY1-iH5XFD4k0oRvWc6g1ApmM4ldMJvkjhDjtaDia2a1xQLqB0ZPD02i-QGDEM0pKzV7X8IX7Idipghiynf-UFWf7XBX2vlop/s1600/IMG_3856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxM9J6HNnBLBk0UsOIVVK-09GSyUXmSjv8omnQ_P-lugwY1-iH5XFD4k0oRvWc6g1ApmM4ldMJvkjhDjtaDia2a1xQLqB0ZPD02i-QGDEM0pKzV7X8IX7Idipghiynf-UFWf7XBX2vlop/s400/IMG_3856.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>THANK Y'ALL FOR MAKING MY BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!!!</b><br />
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