<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508</id><updated>2012-01-16T09:34:09.805-08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Chris Pine'/><category term='Article'/><category term='I&apos;m not ready for my close-up just yet...'/><category term='Connections'/><category term='Job possibility'/><category term='Published Article'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='Math'/><category term='Celeb crush'/><category term='Progress'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Vira&apos;s birthday'/><category term='Mean People'/><category term='NKOTB'/><category term='Job interview'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='Election 2008'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Job outlook'/><category term='Crush'/><category term='Rejection'/><category term='Annoyed'/><category term='Carter Oosterhouse'/><category term='Paul Rudd'/><category term='Disappointments'/><category term='Disadvantages to getting older'/><category term='High School reunion'/><category term='Networking'/><category term='Friendships'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='How not to flirt'/><category term='Former Crush'/><category term='Dancing With The Stars'/><category term='Health'/><category term='School'/><category term='School over'/><category term='Niece&apos;s wedding'/><category term='Update soon'/><category term='Crushed'/><category term='Signs'/><category term='When opportunity knocks...'/><category term='Laws of Attraction'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Lack of posts'/><category term='Negative people'/><category term='Deadlines'/><category term='Didn&apos;t get hired'/><category term='Jonathan Knight'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='David Nelson passing'/><category term='Mr. University College Graduate'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='Crushes'/><category term='Mr. Cutie'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Contract'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Life changes'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='The Monkees'/><category term='Wishes for the New Year'/><category term='Presidential funny'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Bad weather'/><category term='Call me Freelancer'/><category term='Monkees reunion'/><category term='small world'/><category term='Fate'/><category term='Michael Vartan'/><category term='Observations'/><category term='First Article'/><category term='Unrequited Love'/><category term='Meeting NKOTB'/><category term='Top 5 List'/><category term='Conan O&apos;Brien'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='School stress'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Strange people'/><title type='text'>Confessions from a Little Sister</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-6622127308011773978</id><published>2012-01-16T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:34:09.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Love in 2012 May be Closer Than You Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://heartoftheschool.edublogs.org/files/2010/09/beating_heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 215px;" src="http://heartoftheschool.edublogs.org/files/2010/09/beating_heart.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...so in the new year love will be closer than I might think. Well, I guess I'll have to see it to believe it! As far as I've seen, it's really 'slim pickens' around here. And I have no plans to move to any of the cities listed on the above link. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-6622127308011773978?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local/Love-in-2012-May-be-Closer-Than-You-Think-137414273.html' title='Love in 2012 May be Closer Than You Think'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6622127308011773978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=6622127308011773978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6622127308011773978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6622127308011773978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-in-2012-may-be-closer-than-you.html' title='Love in 2012 May be Closer Than You Think'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5393118636972526137</id><published>2012-01-01T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:15:37.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Memories of 2011 &amp; welcoming 2012...with sad news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://todaynewz.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/New-Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://todaynewz.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/New-Year.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo courtesy of 'todaynewz' website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2011 came and went just like that. I just wanted to mention a few highlights that took place in my life in 2011, which made this year quite awesome and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, I had a few stories published via a popular California blog. It was a voluntary position, but needless to say that I got my name out there and can now add these works to my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, a friend and I attended one of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/07/heyheyi-met-monkees.html"&gt;The Monkees 45th Anniversary concert&lt;/a&gt; and were excited that we finally got to meet one-third (Micky, Davy and Peter) of the band after the show. It was always a dream of mine to meet them and I finally fulfilled this childhood dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three months ago, I connected or crossed paths with the son of a former teen idol and Rock and Roll Hall of Fame recipient. In fact, this person's entire family is in show business, but he's taken a backseat to his career (he's the lead vocalist of his own band) to help manage the family business. Needless to say that I may get an opportunity to interview him soon, which will help me cross off another goal of mine off my bucket list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family (minus my brother, my oldest niece and my nephew) and I spent New Year's Eve celebrating with my cousin and her family. We had a great time eating, playing multiple games of bingo, playing with my cousin's 3-year-old granddaughter and making googly faces at my cousin's other granddaughter, who's 5-month-old. I seriously just wanted to pinch my baby niece's/cousin's chubby cheeks! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, sad news came today via one of my maternal uncles. He called to tell my mother that their only surviving sister, who visited my family in late August/early Sept. 2011, suffered a stroke around Christmas. This comes only four months after my mother lost her other older sister. My mother and aunt almost always spoke on a weekly basis. My mother last spoke to her about two days before Christmas. Well, my mother received an update about her sister this afternoon and it doesn't look good. :-( My aunt is in a coma and her family believes that she only has a few more days to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, before I had heard the news about my aunt's health, I was intending and wishing that 2012 would bring my entire family and friends &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;happiness, peace, good health &amp;amp; prosperity. Sadly, 2011 has been awful with regards to health, especially for two of my cousins and now my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought the new year was going to begin with some positive news. Unfortunately, it has been the opposite. Now I'm just dreading the inevitable call that my family will be receiving any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jan. 2nd: We got the call. My aunt passed away last night. ;-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5393118636972526137?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5393118636972526137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5393118636972526137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5393118636972526137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5393118636972526137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2012/01/memories-of-2011-welcoming-2012with-sad.html' title='Memories of 2011 &amp; welcoming 2012...with sad news'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-917668487018415305</id><published>2011-12-29T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:31:26.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Rudd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Pine'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon: At the Movies!</title><content type='html'>There are two films that I'm looking forward to seeing next year. Coincidentally, two of my favorite actors stars in these films.   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie, which is being released February 17, 2012, is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.thismeanswarmovie.com/"&gt;This Means War&lt;/a&gt; starring Reese Witherspoon, Chris Pine, Tom Hardy and Chelsea Handler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" id="foxplayer" data="http://www.foxcontent.com/player-1.2.swf?wpr=030037&amp;amp;s=this-means-war-trailer-us&amp;amp;ty=trailer&amp;amp;te=us" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.foxcontent.com/player-1.2.swf?wpr=030037&amp;amp;s=this-means-war-trailer-us&amp;amp;ty=trailer&amp;amp;te=us"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="0x000000"&gt;&lt;embed bgcolor="0x000000" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.foxcontent.com/player-1.2.swf?wpr=030037&amp;amp;s=this-means-war-trailer-us&amp;amp;ty=trailer&amp;amp;te=us" quality="high" name="foxplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second movie is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.wanderlustmovie.net/"&gt;Wanderlust&lt;/a&gt; starring Paul Rudd and Jennifer Aniston, which is scheduled for release February 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oz7xMY1AbbI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-917668487018415305?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/917668487018415305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=917668487018415305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/917668487018415305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/917668487018415305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-soon-at-movies.html' title='Coming Soon: At the Movies!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Oz7xMY1AbbI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2234488742922932368</id><published>2011-12-24T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:00:02.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://southpawbeagle.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/happyholidayslights1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 360px;" src="http://southpawbeagle.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/happyholidayslights1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to wish everyone a peaceful, joyful and healthy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2234488742922932368?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2234488742922932368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2234488742922932368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2234488742922932368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2234488742922932368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3458942709649736962</id><published>2011-12-22T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:57:40.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conan O&apos;Brien'/><title type='text'>I Want to Be a Conan Staffer</title><content type='html'>Seriously...can I just trade places with the staffer who received Conan's Secret Santa gift? By the way, Coco is hilarious! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ep" height="441" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.cdn.turner.com/v5cache/TBS/cvp/teamcoco_drupal_embed.swf?context=teamcoco_embed_offsite&amp;amp;videoId=22167"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/v5cache/TBS/cvp/teamcoco_drupal_embed.swf?context=teamcoco_embed_offsite&amp;amp;videoId=22167" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="441" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3458942709649736962?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3458942709649736962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3458942709649736962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3458942709649736962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3458942709649736962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-to-be-conan-staffer.html' title='I Want to Be a Conan Staffer'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5977021668159204562</id><published>2011-12-16T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:01:29.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crushes'/><title type='text'>Out of Sight...Out of Mind?</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to think about this, but within the last month or so, I've had about five different dreams in which I've crossed paths with at least four or five former (childhood) crushes of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really doubt it's a sign that they want to make a reappearance into my life of some sorts. I really need to erase these guys out of my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5977021668159204562?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5977021668159204562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5977021668159204562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5977021668159204562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5977021668159204562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/12/out-of-sightout-of-mind.html' title='Out of Sight...Out of Mind?'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1776744565622554239</id><published>2011-12-15T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:05:09.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Monkees'/><title type='text'>Happy Thursday!</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, I was at my local CVS browsing the candy aisle when I heard this song over the intercom/speaker. I had never heard this version of The Monkees "The Girl I Knew Somewhere" before.  I almost freaked out! You be the judge as to which version you like better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Previous Unissued Alternative (aka the original) version I heard while at CVS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fuCj6pC0sE8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the version that was released on radio and that was played on the TV show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4L_QxyDIinQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm particularly fond of the latter/second version. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1776744565622554239?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1776744565622554239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1776744565622554239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1776744565622554239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1776744565622554239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fuCj6pC0sE8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3438271027695478266</id><published>2011-12-05T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:38:21.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday</title><content type='html'>Here's a song by one of my favorite artists, Natasha Bedingfield, which can be found on the "Something Borrowed" movie soundtrack. By the way, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this movie! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DWkruuiml3s" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3438271027695478266?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3438271027695478266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3438271027695478266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3438271027695478266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3438271027695478266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/12/music-monday.html' title='Music Monday'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DWkruuiml3s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7401702503745725085</id><published>2011-12-04T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:36:27.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Reflections of 2011</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we're just weeks away from counting down to a brand new year! I'm intending that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt; will be a great year for all of my family, my good friends and, of course, me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year has passed since Mr. University College Graduate broke my heart. Rejection is one of those facts of life that every person has to and HATES to deal with; however, each person deals with it in their own way. Honestly, I'm the type of person who doesn't look back. I mean, if you don't like, then I say, "To heck with you!" Personally, I know we all have regrets and one of mine was telling MUCG that I liked him. Luckily, I quickly moved on and my life has been better since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was listening to Pandora and this song has been rotating a few times on my Christmas station. It's such a festive song! There are actually two versions of this video--one in black &amp;amp; white and one in color--and both are great. Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yXQViqx6GMY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7401702503745725085?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7401702503745725085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7401702503745725085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7401702503745725085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7401702503745725085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections-of-2011.html' title='Reflections of 2011'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yXQViqx6GMY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-318667461895737395</id><published>2011-11-25T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:54:17.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Rudd'/><title type='text'>Mr. Likable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.zap2it.com/images/celeb-489147/paul-rudd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 383px;" src="http://images.zap2it.com/images/celeb-489147/paul-rudd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zap2it.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have missed reading the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELLE&lt;/span&gt; interview that &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.elle.com/Pop-Culture/Celebrity-Spotlight/Paul-Rudd-Interview"&gt;Paul Rudd&lt;/a&gt; did in August of this year?  Also, can anyone tell me where I can find an available, single guy, who possesses similar qualities to Paul's?  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-318667461895737395?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/318667461895737395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=318667461895737395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/318667461895737395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/318667461895737395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/11/mr-likable.html' title='Mr. Likable'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-88142814843483248</id><published>2011-11-21T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:21:00.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tC1YJ6G_1FI/Sa0fUc61BWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/75A_LwoejSs/s400/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tC1YJ6G_1FI/Sa0fUc61BWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/75A_LwoejSs/s400/birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ME!! This is literally the last birthday I'll be celebrating because from here on out, it will all be downhill! Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The months leading up to my birthday seemed to go by pretty fast. I had some good days, as well as some bad days that I don't wish to discuss. However, I will say this much...I'm so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GRATEFUL&lt;/span&gt; for my good health, for having a roof over my head and for having a great family and a few good, close friends. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to counting down the next 365 days until my next birthday because the next one will be a memorable one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-88142814843483248?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/88142814843483248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=88142814843483248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/88142814843483248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/88142814843483248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tC1YJ6G_1FI/Sa0fUc61BWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/75A_LwoejSs/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7200812515195082044</id><published>2011-11-11T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:01:16.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connections'/><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt a close connection to someone you hardly know or don't even know at all? Well, recently I've had this happen to me with a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I got introduced to Blogger by doing a Google search. I typed in a few key words and landed on a blog titled "&lt;a href="http://thirtyawakenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings of a 30-Something Year Old&lt;/a&gt;." Every time this blogger would write about something that happened to her or was currently happening in her life, it was hitting so close to home because I had dealt with the same situation. I'd like to call this person my 'soul sister.' By the way, I'd like to give a big shout out to 'Carolina Girl'! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my most recent connection is somewhat of an irony. I graduated high school with this person, but we never spoke to each other while we were in school. I knew of him and I'm certain he knew of me, but we never ran in the same circles. In fact, we attended all the same schools--from elementary to high school--but never had any classes together. Several years after high school, I always wondered what had happened to him (call me curious!). About 3 years ago, I joined a popular social networking site and decided to look him up. Low and behold he was on there and I found out that he was living near D.C. and doing well for himself. Anyway, he was never one to update his status nor add any new photos...until about a month ago when he did just the latter. It was great to see him having fun with his family (i.e. cousins, etc.), but then several weeks ago he deleted his account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say that I felt he and I had a connection in more ways than one. However, he always seemed aloof just like when we were young. We did have one very brief conversation online several months ago, but that was it. Honestly, he used to intimidate me when we were in high school because I had a miniscule (as in extremely tiny) crush on him. Anyway, that's all in the past now. If I ever got the opportunity to speak to him face-to-face, I really don't know what I'd say to him. Well, I won't worry about it until next year, which is when our 'special' high school reunion will take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Happy Veterans Day and Happy 11/11/11! Don't forget to make a wish at 11:11:11!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7200812515195082044?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7200812515195082044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7200812515195082044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7200812515195082044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7200812515195082044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/11/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-9181904325592884058</id><published>2011-07-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:22:56.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disappointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rejection'/><title type='text'>When One Door Closes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLLPNN3aazs/TjNchKcSyfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bw6uyDirNNw/s1600/Rejection%2Bsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLLPNN3aazs/TjNchKcSyfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bw6uyDirNNw/s320/Rejection%2Bsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634949283579087346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Photo courtesy of jobhuntdaily.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that 'when one door closes, another door opens.' Well, I'm beginning to think that the door that is going or supposed to open for me is somehow completely stuck &amp;amp; will NEVER open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frustration keeps growing with the rejection emails I've been receiving lately. I mean, I've seen a fair share of rejection in my life, but l just can't take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to become more patient in this phase of my life, but I sometimes feel like God is testing me. Some friends have told me that everything happens for a reason, which I believe is true. I have faith that things will get better for me...someday. I just wish I knew when that day was. In the meantime, I will continue on the path of staying positive and projecting this energy into possible and future opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-9181904325592884058?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/9181904325592884058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=9181904325592884058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/9181904325592884058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/9181904325592884058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-one-door-closes.html' title='When One Door Closes...'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLLPNN3aazs/TjNchKcSyfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bw6uyDirNNw/s72-c/Rejection%2Bsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7556547963971668103</id><published>2011-07-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T21:52:00.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Monkees'/><title type='text'>Hey...Hey...I Met the Monkees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WER2rCI3C2M/TiEfWnncWqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dbU_m9Qww5Y/s1600/Monkees%2Breunion_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WER2rCI3C2M/TiEfWnncWqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dbU_m9Qww5Y/s320/Monkees%2Breunion_2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629815482641832610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 35 years to accomplish this dream, but I'm happy to say that I can finally cross off 'meeting &lt;a href="http://monkees.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Monkees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' off my bucket list! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001, I attended a Monkees concert in San Francisco in which the 3 remaining members--&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.davyjones.net/"&gt;Davy Jones&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.mickydolenz.com/"&gt;Micky Dolenz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.petertork.com/"&gt;Peter Tork&lt;/a&gt;--were headlining (original member &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.videoranch.com/"&gt;Michael "Mike" Nesmith&lt;/a&gt; no longer tours with the band). Then the following year, Davy and Micky returned to perform at the same venue. Needless to say that when I attended the second show, my new Monkees friend, a family friend and I were waiting in line for the show and noticed Davy and Micky had just finished rehearsals and walked out of the venue separately. Well, my new Monkees friend told me to go run down &amp;amp; get their autographs. Me being the shy person that I was really wanted to, but didn't. :-( To this day I could KICK myself for not catching up to Davy and Micky &amp;amp; asking them for an autograph or photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to last night when my friend "M," her boyfriend "N" and I drove to Mountain Winery, in Saratoga, to see The Monkees perform, who are celebrating their 45th Anniversary this year. It was there that I was going to meet up with my friend "A" because she--just like I--are huge fans! "M," "N" &amp;amp; I arrived at about 5:30pm and while I waited for "A" to arrive, "M" and "N" entered into the venue while I stood in line for our VIP passes. While waiting, I could hear the band's soundcheck! I was getting so excited to see the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While still waiting for "A" to arrive, I finally made it inside the venue and met up with "M &amp;amp; N" at one of the restaurants at the winery. Compared to the dinner reservations you could make--which we opted not to because it was too expensive--the cafe we decided to have dinner at was a bit crowded and pricey, but we were hungry, so we stayed put. Shortly thereafter, "A" arrived about an hour before the show started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating, "A" &amp;amp; I parted ways with "M &amp;amp; N" so we could find our seats. When we found our them, I told "A," "Good job!" It turns out our seats were in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd row&lt;/span&gt;...just a few feet away from the stage! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I remember reading that The Monkees weren't going to have an opening act. At 7:30 p.m. and much to our surprise, local personality &amp;amp; comedian Mark Pitta came out and did his schtick, which was really funny, for about 45 minutes. We were all waiting in anticipation for the show to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the entire time that we waited for the show to start, we could hear excerpts of actual '60s radio shows where DJ's played original versions of some famous Monkees' tunes. At about 8:30, the lights got just a tad darker and we were prompted to look at the large TV screen on the stage. We instantly see images being displayed of the Monkees in different variations...from their TV show to TV specials, from magazines to their albums. As these images play on the screen, the band played different instrumental melodies of all the famous Monkees songs. About 4-5 minutes later, we look towards the right of the stage and see three familiar men walk out towards the front of the stage. It's The Monkees! :-) The audience cheered &amp;amp; got very loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the entire show, I literally sang the lyrics to every song--well, with the exception of two songs, which I hadn't heard in ages! I also fiddled around with my camera because we weren't supposed to use flash photography. The songs came one right after another and the guys were as animated as they were on their show! From singing "Saturday's Child," "The Girl I Knew Somewhere," "Sometime in the Morning" and "Words" (four of my favorites) to "Pleasant Valley Sunday," "Last Train to Clarksville," "Daydream Believer" and "I'm a Believer," they performed ALL their hits, including a few from their 1968 psychedelic film, "Head." And what was so cool about the show was that as the guys sang their songs, certain videos of the same exact song or other images projected on to the TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert lasted 2 1/2 hours and the guys returned &amp;amp; did an encore of three songs. Immediately after the show ended, "A" &amp;amp; I hurried towards the Vineyard Deck room, where the VIP was taking place. When we arrived, "A" &amp;amp; I were the 3rd and 4th people in line! YES!! I really thought there was going to be some kind of order in VIP (apparently there were 148 other VIPers in line with us), but there wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About fifteen minutes or so later, Micky walks in! Micky smiled and then asked "A" &amp;amp; I our names, and asked if we wanted anything autographed. I had a few things in my purse, but opted to pass on the autograph. I really wanted a pic with him! By this time I found myself feeling starstruck! Seriously?! When I met NKOTB, I psyched myself NOT to be nervous. Well, I didn't know what else to say other than, "Hi Micky!" However, Micky then quickly moved on to the next line of people and eventually made his way outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about 5-10 minutes later, Peter walks in! At this point, VIP was chaotic and Peter tried getting his assistant to place some order in to the VIP line. At that moment, Peter makes an announcement stating that he doesn't want to leave anyone out of receiving a pic or autograph, so he'd like for people to courteously wait until he comes to you. At that point, the chaos was still in effect, but we each asked Peter if we could take a photo with him &amp;amp; he obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, about 10 minutes later, Davy came out &amp;amp; someone who worked at the venue brought over a stool for him to sit on. I let "A" take a pic with him first &amp;amp; then it was my turn. "A" was holding onto a piece of a paper in the shape of The Monkees logo, which she had made many years ago, which she just had the guys autograph. As "A" was getting ready to take my photo with my camera, Davy noticed that the paper was sort of in the way of my camera's lense, so we both tell "A" to move the piece of paper down so it wouldn't block her view. Well, "A" ended up taking two photos of me with Davy and I was so happy! Ok, so we got our time with two of The Monkees and the only person we had left to take a photo with was with Micky. When "A" &amp;amp; I approached him (he was already outside with other fans by now), Micky happily obliged. After meeting each of The Monkees, I told them, "Thank you." About 35 minutes went by and we met up with "M &amp;amp; N," who were waiting outside the building we were in, and we walked together to the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a great night and the concert was AWESOME! I'm crossing my fingers that The Monkees will return in 5 years to commemorate their 50th Anniversary and that Michael Nesmith will join them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KeVY3cxQTgE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XfMnRC2FVbY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7556547963971668103?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7556547963971668103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7556547963971668103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7556547963971668103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7556547963971668103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/07/heyheyi-met-monkees.html' title='Hey...Hey...I Met the Monkees!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WER2rCI3C2M/TiEfWnncWqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dbU_m9Qww5Y/s72-c/Monkees%2Breunion_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-655758361927313535</id><published>2011-07-09T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T17:23:00.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School reunion'/><title type='text'>A High School Reunion...off schedule..once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3-xZ-iot2g/ThPnblSUHPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RhLLNVsNvMg/s1600/High%2BSchool%2Breunion%2Bcartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3-xZ-iot2g/ThPnblSUHPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RhLLNVsNvMg/s320/High%2BSchool%2Breunion%2Bcartoon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626094820567293170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has an 11-year high school reunion? Or an even better question is who has a 21-year high school reunion? Well, both answers would be MY high school graduating class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a former h.s. classmate of mine created a group reunion page so that other classmates could be up-to-speed on news about our  impending reunion. The organizer posted that our reunion would be held next summer in correlation with c/o 1992's 20th reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years back when I received word that our 10th reunion wasn't going to happen, the one thing that came to mind were the Senior Steps. These steps, which were located in the Senior Quad, were painted with our classmates names. However, these steps didn't get painted with all of our names on them until a few weeks to a month AFTER our Senior year began. Nevertheless, we ended up having an 11-year reunion with only about 65 people attending; there were approximately 270 graduates. So I guess you can say that our class was NEVER organized! Oh, and some things NEVER change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like I volunteered to help two other classmates locate some of our classmates. Luckily, most of them are on Facebook and I have several already on my friends list. But for those few that aren't accounted for on FB (yes, it's hard to believe that in this day in age, NOT everyone has a FB account or even knows what a social networking site is), then we'll have to figure out a way to find those classmates. Luckily, I only know of 3 classmates who aren't on FB, but who I know how to contact otherwise. Hopefully the task of finding these people will be easy and quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by looking at the recent posts that my classmates have been leaving on the reunion page, it looks like many of them want to help. :-) Hopefully we'll all be able to work together in making this a spectacular 3-day event! Of course I'll be blogging more about the progression of our plans as the months pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**And in other news, I can't wait until tomorrow because I'm attending a very special event! In fact, I've been waiting about 35 years for it to happen! More details to come later. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-655758361927313535?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/655758361927313535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=655758361927313535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/655758361927313535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/655758361927313535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/07/high-school-reunionoff-scheduleonce.html' title='A High School Reunion...off schedule..once again'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3-xZ-iot2g/ThPnblSUHPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/RhLLNVsNvMg/s72-c/High%2BSchool%2Breunion%2Bcartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1143692379402921259</id><published>2011-06-20T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:37:32.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>We Want to Know...</title><content type='html'>I copied this WWTK from &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://thirtyawakenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings of a 30-Something Year Old Carolina Girl&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone seems to have a quirky family situation, what is something unique&lt;br /&gt;about your family dynamic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a plethora of cousins on both sides of my family; however, I’m closest to my mother’s side. Although we don’t get to see each other often (most of them live in So Cal), my immediate family and I try our very best to see everyone when we go down to the valley to visit. Some funny moments occurred during our April trip to San Diego for my niece’s wedding. Within a 2-day span, about 20 of us gathered in my aunt’s hotel room to chat. I hope the other hotel guests didn’t think we were being too loud, but we were having a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What is the most stressful aspect to blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to write about. Sometimes I don’t have a topic in mind, so I’ll just rant or rave about something that’s going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We all end up on a blog at some point in our day, but name your top 3 favorite websites you flock to daily. (Non-blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Google&lt;br /&gt;*Note: I'm slowly trying to wean myself off one or two of these websites, but it's difficult sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your sign? Believe in it or not does any of it ring true for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the cusp of Scorpio/Sagittarius. I don’t base my life around this, but I do believe I possess some traits that are associated with both signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ice cream Ice cream, we all scream for ice cream!!! Name your&lt;br /&gt;favorite flavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Häagen-Dazs Chocolate. Yeah, just call me a Plain Jane! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1143692379402921259?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1143692379402921259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1143692379402921259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1143692379402921259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1143692379402921259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-want-to-know.html' title='We Want to Know...'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3582587775192192819</id><published>2011-06-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:48:47.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>I Think About You In The Summertime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yamwc0-9cRc/TefR_c0WUeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/03n9qmfDoxA/s1600/Summer%2Bsun%2Bwith%2Bsunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yamwc0-9cRc/TefR_c0WUeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/03n9qmfDoxA/s320/Summer%2Bsun%2Bwith%2Bsunglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613686348538335714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the above title isn't in reference to the NKOTB song that was released in 2008. Actually, it's in reference to the fact that I am now officially on summer vacation! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my last final exam two weeks ago and I feel so happy! I received two 'B's' in two courses and now I'm just waiting to find out what grade I received in my third course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think I've seriously lost my motivation. My intention was to do some spring cleaning during my break, but I think I've only accomplished two days worth of work. UGH!! And my writing is also at a standstill. I've seriously been thinking of creating another blog, which would focus more on my writing and the stories, and articles I've written &amp;amp; had published. However, the idea is on hold for a bit until I can do more research on what it would take to get this new blog more attention. Anyway, I need to get moving and start putting my plans into action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I can't believe summer begins in 20 days. Nonetheless, the last few days haven't felt anywhere close to summer. We've been experiencing rain showers &amp;amp; some cold temperatures. In fact, I think some call this earthquake weather. :-( Speaking of earthquakes, we had one earlier in the week, which registered 3.7 on the Richter scale. It shook me a little, but you would think I'd be used to them by now. Nonetheless, they are so far and few between. Oh, and on the same day we had the earthquake, I saw snowflake showers a few hours later. Go figure!  Anyway, we've had some weird weather this year and I think it's all due to "&lt;a href="http://www.elnino.noaa.gov/lanina.html"&gt;La Niña&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3582587775192192819?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3582587775192192819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3582587775192192819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3582587775192192819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3582587775192192819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-about-you-in-summertime.html' title='I Think About You In The Summertime...'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yamwc0-9cRc/TefR_c0WUeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/03n9qmfDoxA/s72-c/Summer%2Bsun%2Bwith%2Bsunglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3032243595088665046</id><published>2011-04-24T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:13:40.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niece&apos;s wedding'/><title type='text'>A Wedding &amp; a Possible Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMNy82gblMg/TbNgfvT7b5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/pHYQ9PQGuzQ/s1600/Wedding%2Bcake%2Blilac-red-pink%2Bflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMNy82gblMg/TbNgfvT7b5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/pHYQ9PQGuzQ/s320/Wedding%2Bcake%2Blilac-red-pink%2Bflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598924860143923090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy Easter! I hope everyone had a good holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are 5 days left until the big wedding of the century. NO, I'm not talking about Prince William's wedding to Kate Middleton. I'm talking about my oldest niece's wedding, which is April 29th. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first wedding in my family which we'll be celebrating since my parents' wedding (ok, so my two older siblings and I weren't alive when they got married. We came along later!), which took place almost 52 years ago. When my sister (the mother of my niece) got married, she and her now ex-husband got hitched during a civil ceremony and only two of her friends were in attendance. Anyway, I can't wait to relax for a few days and enjoy my mini vacation in sunny San Diego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little anecdote: My family and I used to joke around with my two nieces when they were younger (they're now 27 and 25) that my oldest niece would marry Prince William and that my youngest niece would marry Prince Harry. I find it amusing now that the niece who was "destined" to marry Prince William is also getting married on the same day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event that has been on my mind lately is my 20th high school reunion. It's supposed to happen sometime this year, but if it's anything like my 10-year reunion--oops, I mean 11-year (YES, you read this correctly)--then it will probably not happen on time. :( Oh, oh! I spoke too soon! I recently got word that one of my classmates may be organizing our reunion, which will likely be held this summer. Hmmm...I won't believe it until I actually receive an invitation. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If indeed we're having our reunion this summer, I'm hoping the smart, cutie I never spoke to will be there. We've known of each other because we attended the same elementary, junior high and high schools, but it's ironic that we never spoke to each other or even had a class together. Honestly, I was a little intimidated by him because 1) he was cute (and still is) and 2) he used to hang out with the popular crowd and was involved in school politics. I'm not holding my breath, but it would be a nice treat if he was at the reunion...solo, of course...so we could finally chat. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time where I was hesitant about wanting to relive my high school days. I was never fond of school. In fact, I was one of those students who did well, but never got involved in any of the drama or was in any cliques (thank goodness). I was above all that because I usually kept to myself. However, since graduation, I've reconnected with a few classmates and am glad I did. Many people have changed because they now have families, but I think for the most part they still run in the same circles (i.e. popular, smarties, jocks, cheerleaders, alternatives, country folk, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult years for me in high school were 10th and 11th grade. I remember one week where I just didn't want to get out of bed and go to school. During this time I felt really alone. As I mentioned before, I never felt like I was a part of any crowd and I usually spent most of the time in the library--either doing homework or reading the newspaper. In my sophomore year, I had the idea of wanting to enroll in independent studies. By doing this, I would do all of my homework at home and would attend school only once a week, which is when I'd turn in all of my homework. I had my mother make an appointment with the school administrator so we could discuss me getting in to independent studies. After carefully reviewing my student record and asking me questions, the administrator thought it wouldn't be a good idea for me to do this because. as he pointed out, I was a good student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, there were a little over 200+ people in my graduating class, including one who ended up becoming famous for having been on two reality shows and on the cover of a magazine--among her other claims to fame. Anyway, it will be good to see some of my classmates, who I haven't seen in ages! The ones who I remain close with are the same ones I still stay in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3032243595088665046?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3032243595088665046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3032243595088665046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3032243595088665046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3032243595088665046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-possible-reunion.html' title='A Wedding &amp; a Possible Reunion'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMNy82gblMg/TbNgfvT7b5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/pHYQ9PQGuzQ/s72-c/Wedding%2Bcake%2Blilac-red-pink%2Bflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7820230937475012669</id><published>2011-04-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:17:42.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeb crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter Oosterhouse'/><title type='text'>Another Crush Off the Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz0NSF_w8JU/TbNLUQwQ-3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/l-3oe4e4np8/s1600/Carter%2BOosterhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz0NSF_w8JU/TbNLUQwQ-3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/l-3oe4e4np8/s320/Carter%2BOosterhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598901573218532210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with my deepest regret to inform you that another hottie and a former crush of mine is now officially 'off the market.'   &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1398810/"&gt;Carter Oosterhouse&lt;/a&gt;, a former Trading Spaces carpenter and HGTV host of 'Carter Can,' became officially engaged last week to actress Amy Smart. According to Radar Online, they've been dating since last November, but it seems that they hit it off right from the start. And it looks like these two Midwestern natives also share a passion for being eco-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the lovebirds! Now if you'll excuse, I think I hear my pillow calling me for a good cry! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.radaronline.com/exclusives/2011/04/amy-smart-engaged-carter-oosterhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.usmagazine.com/celebritynews/news/exclusive-amy-smart-carter-oosterhouse-engaged-2011214&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7820230937475012669?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7820230937475012669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7820230937475012669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7820230937475012669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7820230937475012669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-crush-off-market.html' title='Another Crush Off the Market'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz0NSF_w8JU/TbNLUQwQ-3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/l-3oe4e4np8/s72-c/Carter%2BOosterhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7613654781477610785</id><published>2011-04-08T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:47:49.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkees reunion'/><title type='text'>Here We Come...Walking Down the Street, again and this time very slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqJT4568BQE/TZ-fZ2NVcvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/k16xQw3ghMs/s1600/The%2BMonkees%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqJT4568BQE/TZ-fZ2NVcvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/k16xQw3ghMs/s320/The%2BMonkees%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593364528614437618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some of you old schoolers out there all remember the theme song to the TV show "&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060010/"&gt;The Monkees&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, before NKOTB, Backstreet Boys and *Nsync, there were four 20-something-year olds, two actors--Davy Jones and Micky Dolenz--and two musicians--Michael Nesmith and Peter Tork--who showed up for a casting call in L.A. in 1965. The four guys were hired to play members of a struggling rock 'n' roll band. Alas, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.monkees.net/default.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monkees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were born! The show ran on NBC from 1966 to 1968 and the group's funny antics plus their catchy Pop music was a great recipe for the situation comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year marks the 45th Anniversary of the show's premiere and the former quartet-now trio (Michael Nesmith doesn't tour anymore since having inherited his mother's Liquid Paper fortune), who range in age from 65 to 68, will be going out on the road this summer. They tour the U.S. beginning in early June and will arrive in California in early July. I'm hoping to attend their Northern CA show along with a few friends. Rumor has it that Michael "Mike" Nesmith may join the band on a few dates in the U.K., but has no intention on touring with the Micky, Davy and Peter in the states. Although The Monkees was a made-for-TV band/group, they were one of the inspirations or reasons why I'm majoring in Communications/Media Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are several retro Monkees music videos, which may in fact be the first music videos ever played on TV, pre-MTV! By the way, Nesmith has been dubbed as the 'Father of MTV.' He's been credited for having invented the channel since he &lt;span&gt;created a half and hour pilot for a show that was never made. He later sold the rights to Time-Warner, who played around with the idea and turned it into MTV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.monkeeland.com/tourdates.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XfuBREMXxts" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JJjOTFVDTe0" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nU615FaODCg" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sUzs5dlLrm0" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QWTa9CE51sA" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jLeL-QxbEfI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YnIz6dCF7uk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NGzvGSijWFM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MeJGXuUibGU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7613654781477610785?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7613654781477610785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7613654781477610785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7613654781477610785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7613654781477610785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-we-comewalking-down-street-again.html' title='Here We Come...Walking Down the Street, again and this time very slowly'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqJT4568BQE/TZ-fZ2NVcvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/k16xQw3ghMs/s72-c/The%2BMonkees%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-8894504833706295798</id><published>2011-04-02T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:08:41.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Vartan'/><title type='text'>It's a Sad Day</title><content type='html'>My heart just got broken after I came across the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; magazine article about actor &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0890232/"&gt;Michael Vartan&lt;/a&gt;, who got &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20478462,00.html"&gt;married&lt;/a&gt; today. Ok, I think I'll go cry on my pillow now. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, are there  any good, single, intelligent, humorous, nice guys left in this country? ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-8894504833706295798?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8894504833706295798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=8894504833706295798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8894504833706295798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8894504833706295798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-sad-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Sad Day'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3556861987412451625</id><published>2011-02-14T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:13:15.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>(Un)Happy Single Awareness Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_x_JuKE0Aug/TVjVpq0L0yI/AAAAAAAAAgo/W1zGFOeDXqw/s1600/Single%2BAwareness%2BDay%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_x_JuKE0Aug/TVjVpq0L0yI/AAAAAAAAAgo/W1zGFOeDXqw/s320/Single%2BAwareness%2BDay%2Bpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573439450715509538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again when many single people despise this day and its significance! It's commonly referred to as Valentine's Day, but for single people, we refer to it as &lt;a href="http://www.singlesawareness.com/index.html"&gt;Single Awareness Day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this day also serves as another reminder that I'm still single and that I don't have any prospects. This day also serves as a reminder that I have relatives who have recently gotten in to a (new) relationship, have gotten married or are going to be getting married. In fact, my 40 year-old cousin just got married last month--after a short courtship; my 27 year-old niece (my sister's daughter) is getting married in late April; and one of my cousin's daughters--also 27--is getting married in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently took one of those silly quizzes titled "What will 2011 hold for you?" and it indicated that I'd be getting married this year. With the luck I've been having, I exclaimed, "Yeah...right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to play M.A.S.H. with my cousins and I remember one of the questions I was asked and it was at 'what ages do you think you will get married?' My answer was always something like 26,  28, 30, etc. Well, let's just say that I've already passed all those ages. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I always knew what my future was going to hold. Sometimes I have a hard time accepting the cards I've been dealt with, but it is what it is. I just have to accept the fact that if I'm not meant to be in a relationship then God must have something better planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are in a relationship, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;! However, if you're single like myself, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Single Awareness Day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two great songs pertaining to my current status. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2AwaA85nEbE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/US5fXXiWjSk" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3556861987412451625?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3556861987412451625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3556861987412451625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3556861987412451625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3556861987412451625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/02/unhappy-single-awareness-day.html' title='(Un)Happy Single Awareness Day!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_x_JuKE0Aug/TVjVpq0L0yI/AAAAAAAAAgo/W1zGFOeDXqw/s72-c/Single%2BAwareness%2BDay%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-9108406437721761754</id><published>2011-01-25T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:59:04.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When opportunity knocks...'/><title type='text'>Everything is coming up roses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TT_SpKEYBCI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4G5ztpQf0xk/s1600/Rosas%2Bazules.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TT_SpKEYBCI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4G5ztpQf0xk/s320/Rosas%2Bazules.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566399268972397602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Two weeks ago, a friend of mine sent me a link to a posting she thought I might be interested in. The link was tweeted (a term commonly used on Twitter) by the editor of an online blog based in Los Angeles. The editor mentioned that if there were any interested writers out there to contact her. That evening I emailed her and the following morning the editor emailed me back. I told her I was interested and if it was going to be a problem contributing since I live several hours north of the city. She assured me that since everything is done online these days, anything is possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank you to my friend "C"--who lives in L.A.--for sending me the link! Without her, I may have not seen it. She said that I was the first person she thought of when she read the tweet. It's comforting to know that I still have a few friends left who are looking out for my best interest. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So when the editor of the blog and I made contact, she asked me if there was a story I wanted to write about. I remembered that I had read that actor David Nelson had passed away the night before so I asked if I could write about his passing. The editor gave me the ok to write the story, so I finished it and emailed it to her before deadline the same day. Well, that evening the story got published!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm trying to come up with more ideas for stories, but sometimes I'm beaten to the punch by actual staff writers that work for the L.A. blog. Although the position is voluntary, I see it as a stepping stone for my future career. It will also allow me to make more contacts who actually live in the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so grateful for any opportunity I can get because it gives me a sense of satisfaction that someone really believes in my writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-9108406437721761754?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/9108406437721761754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=9108406437721761754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/9108406437721761754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/9108406437721761754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/01/everything-is-coming-up-roses.html' title='Everything is coming up roses!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TT_SpKEYBCI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4G5ztpQf0xk/s72-c/Rosas%2Bazules.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2322041366312638208</id><published>2011-01-23T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:20:40.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeb crush'/><title type='text'>And the award goes to...</title><content type='html'>If there was ever an award handed out for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hottest Actor&lt;/span&gt;, I would have no choice but to give it to two lucky recipients! The first one would go to Auckland, New Zealand native  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0376540/"&gt;Martin Henderson&lt;/a&gt;, who has appeared in films like "The Ring," "Torque"  and "Smokin' Aces," and in the Britney Spears' video "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOZuxwVk7TU&amp;amp;feature=&amp;amp;p=E17F89592AE0DF63&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1"&gt;Toxic&lt;/a&gt;" (fast forward it to 02:48 to see his cameo). Boy, am I glad he moved to the States to start his career! He can now be seen as "Dr. McKiwi" (like as in "McDreamy" and "McSteamy")--oops, I meant "Dr. Ben Keeton" in ABC's "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1587694/"&gt;Off the Map&lt;/a&gt;." Hmmm...I think I have a fever and only Dr. Keeton can cure it! ;) Ok, that was the dorkiest thing I have ever said or written! But a man with an accent is always a good thing in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, lucky recipient of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hottest Actor&lt;/span&gt; award goes to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1517976/"&gt;Chris Pine&lt;/a&gt;, who has appeared in films such as "The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement," "Bottle Shock," "Star Trek" and "Unstoppable." The UC Berkeley graduate is the son of actor &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0683986/"&gt;Robert Pine&lt;/a&gt;, who played "Sgt. Getraer" in the 1970's show "CHiPs." Chris's baby blues are just so mesmerizing! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little known fact: both of these actors appeared in the 2006 film "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475394/"&gt;Smokin' Aces&lt;/a&gt;." Ok, I must now go watch this film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recent interview Martin did on "The View":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l5MDRLMd3Y0" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the second half of Chris's appearance on the "Jimmy Kimmel Show," Nov. 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b9pSbsizzbQ" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2322041366312638208?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2322041366312638208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2322041366312638208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2322041366312638208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2322041366312638208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to...'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l5MDRLMd3Y0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1348189815375165082</id><published>2011-01-11T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:43:42.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Nelson passing'/><title type='text'>The End of an American Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TTItDCv7pdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6JuqI-4K9QI/s1600/David%2BNelson%2Bpic_WireImage_2730689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TTItDCv7pdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6JuqI-4K9QI/s320/David%2BNelson%2Bpic_WireImage_2730689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562558020056753618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of WireImage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was online this evening when I found out that the last surviving member of one of America's most famous families passed away today. Actor, producer and director David Nelson, son of Ozzie and Harriet Nelson and older brother of musician Rick ("Ricky") Nelson, passed away today from colon cancer. He was 74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-qk4FMTkKo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet&lt;/a&gt;" premiered on ABC in 1952 (it ended its run in 1966), it was the first time that a real family portrayed a fictional version of themselves on television. I would like to think that "Ozzie &amp;amp; Harriet" was one of the first reality shows there ever was. The wholesome Nelsons played this idealistic American family of the 1950's. In fact, many storylines revolving around what the real Nelsons were doing in their daily lives  were incorporated in to the show. Eventually, Ozzie and Harriet's youngest son, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyU2pGWA6Jc"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;, when on to gain fame as a teen idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, now all four members of the Nelson family are no longer with us. Ozzie passed away from liver cancer in 1975; Rick was killed in a private plane crash on New Year's Eve 1985; and Harriet died of congestive heart failure in 1994. And now with David's passing, the end of an era is gone. A little known fact about the "&lt;a href="http://mortystv.com/showcards/ozzie_and_harriet.shtml"&gt;Ozzie &amp;amp; Harriet&lt;/a&gt;" show: it was the longest running sitcom to date, until 2003 when "The Simpsons" cartoon series broke that record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unfortunate that there will never be another show like "Ozzie &amp;amp; Harriet." However, the Nelson legacy will continue to live on. David's niece, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9stWRMxc-7k"&gt;Tracy Nelson&lt;/a&gt;, is an accomplished actress, who was a regular on "Square Pegs" and on "Father Dowling Mysteries;" Tracy's brothers,  twins Matthew and Gunnar, of the 90's rock group &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1W6-ErrHls"&gt;Nelson&lt;/a&gt;; and younger brother Sam, a record executive and the lead vocalist for the L.A. based indie band &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DNYwrTSXvk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;H is Orange&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is survived by his wife Yvonne, four sons, a daughter and seven grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny clip from "The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nt9K266eOHY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nt9K266eOHY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a video of David's nephews Matthew, Gunnar and Sam paying tribute to their father, Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShwSZtDdl3M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShwSZtDdl3M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1348189815375165082?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1348189815375165082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1348189815375165082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1348189815375165082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1348189815375165082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-american-family.html' title='The End of an American Family'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TTItDCv7pdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6JuqI-4K9QI/s72-c/David%2BNelson%2Bpic_WireImage_2730689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-8896032860719824649</id><published>2011-01-01T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:42:43.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TRGZ9HFtODI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_w0BYlD5Uoc/s1600/New%2BYear%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TRGZ9HFtODI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_w0BYlD5Uoc/s320/New%2BYear%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553389090678585394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All good things must come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2010 started out great, but then towards the end of the year, things turned out a little sour. In January, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I continued working and taking classes. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cupid's arrow missed his aim again in February. Showers poured in between March and April, which also resulted in me getting laid off from work. And then in May, I took my first trip to Vegas--in which I ended up getting sick about two days after I got home. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the warm days of summer. Between June and July, I took up Zumba for the first time. It was fun until my back when out on me for about a week. Then summer came to an end when I returned to school in August. I really thought I wasn't going to be able to handle all the classes I scheduled myself for, but somehow I managed to. During this time, I met someone and thought we had a mutual attraction, but it was never meant to be because he rejected me a few months later. Between September and November, I wrote a few more articles for my journalism class, which were published. In November, my family and I celebrated Thanksgiving at my parents home without my nephew, who is stationed in Oklahoma and couldn't make it home. Finally in December, I enjoyed a much needed break away from school. I'm catching up with tasks that need to be taken care of and I'm taking the time to get together with friends. However, December was also a sad month for me; however, it also gave me a new perspective of what I had to look forward to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;in the upcoming year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say how thankful and blessed I am to have such an amazing family and close friends. I'm anxious to see what positive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; experiences, adventures or opportunities are waiting for me. Also, I'm intending that God grant me and my loved ones with good health, prosperity, wealth and happiness in 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Happy New Year!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-8896032860719824649?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8896032860719824649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=8896032860719824649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8896032860719824649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8896032860719824649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TRGZ9HFtODI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_w0BYlD5Uoc/s72-c/New%2BYear%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4632340822611098274</id><published>2010-12-18T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:55:05.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TQazCfRJU3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/MpUa-W1XMaY/s1600/Snoopy_Happy%2BHolidays%2BXmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TQazCfRJU3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/MpUa-W1XMaY/s320/Snoopy_Happy%2BHolidays%2BXmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550320446115238770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas quickly approaching, I wanted to take this time to reflect on what I've observed lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently received a Christmas photo card from someone I've known for about 20 years. In fact, one of her maternal aunts married one of my paternal uncles, so we have cousins in common. Back when I was in high school, we used to work together and we became really close. The last time I saw her was this summer when our aunt had a 60th birthday party. This friend works in town, so the other day I stopped by the store she works at and bought myself lunch before I headed to school. We only chatted for a bit, but she insinuated that her phone number was still the same and that I needed to keep in touch. I gave her a taste of her own medicine and told her that I had been waiting for her to return my call months ago! Anyway, in the brief conversation we had, she told me that she finally met a man seven months ago who is treating her well; however, he is much older than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I received her card recently, I noticed it had not only her and her two sons, but it also had her new boyfriend and three young children in the photos, which could potentially be his grandchildren. Anyway, I'm really happy she has finally found someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me sad is that what I thought would turn out to be a great year for me didn't happen. The two major bad points were that I lost my job and that I got rejected by a crush--again. The good points were that I continued to progress in college and passed with decent grades, I had a few more stories published, my health has been good and I reunited with three childhood friends. The last two weeks haven't been so great. I don't think I've shed a tear since probably Tuesday. I think what I really need right now is for my heart to heal and for me to stop being so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend just asked me if I was ready for Christmas. I told her no. Then I told her that if she was referring to having Christmas spirit, then the answer was still no. I'm really happy that my family and I will be spending Christmas together, with the exception of my nephew, who can't make it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of Christmas is that it's all about being together and sharing good memories with your loved ones. I intend that this will be a joyous Christmas and that whatever I'm feeling I'll be able to shake off before 2010 ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4632340822611098274?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4632340822611098274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4632340822611098274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4632340822611098274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4632340822611098274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TQazCfRJU3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/MpUa-W1XMaY/s72-c/Snoopy_Happy%2BHolidays%2BXmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4351332190911136939</id><published>2010-12-06T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:07:53.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unrequited Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crushed'/><title type='text'>Unrequited Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TP3fxtdDdWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-6x-aH8OF1c/s1600/unrequited-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TP3fxtdDdWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-6x-aH8OF1c/s320/unrequited-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547836361098360162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, cupid has missed his aim! Today I took another risk and finally told my crush I liked him. I mean, I had to know because I've been getting mixed signals within the last two months. To make a very short story even shorter, I got rejected--again. Oh well. Life goes on and I am moving on/forward again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take comfort in the fact that when I finally decide to write a book, I will definitely have enough anecdotes to devote a chapter or two to this subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4351332190911136939?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4351332190911136939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4351332190911136939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4351332190911136939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4351332190911136939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/12/unrequited-love.html' title='Unrequited Love'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TP3fxtdDdWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-6x-aH8OF1c/s72-c/unrequited-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4561279302389056907</id><published>2010-11-16T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:47:41.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><title type='text'>Happy 100th Post!</title><content type='html'>Happy 100th post to me! Ha, ha! I haven't been around lately because I've been occupied with school and other activities. I just wanted to give my three "fans" a progress report of what has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is winding down--finally! I have one month left until I start my Christmas vacation. YAY!! I'm going to take advantage of the time off because I have a lot of extra stuff I need to do at home. I also plan on making the most of my time off, which means I intend to do some fun things like meet up with some friends who I haven't been able to visit with because of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had lunch with my crush. To try and make a long story short, I texted him about two or three weeks ago about possibly going out for a drink, coffee or lunch. He replied that he was "totally up for it." So we were supposed to discuss our plans the following day while in class. Well, neither of us took the initiative to discuss it then, so a week went by without us talking about it. Finally one day after class, he was about to leave and he asked to talk with me outside. I told him I'd walk out with him since I had an appointment to get to anyway. So I briefly asked him about something class-related and then I asked if he still wanted to go out to lunch, and he replied 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So D-day came and I arrived to class about 30 minutes early and he arrived 15 minutes later. I was talking with a close classmate of mine and was reading the new issue of our college's newspaper when this classmate started cracking jokes--like she always does. I was already starting to feel awkward because only she knew what was happening today. There were two other people in the classroom, but I'm 100% sure they weren't paying attention. Then I got up and asked my crush if he was ready to go and he said 'yes.' I asked where he wanted to go and he couldn't quite decide since he wasn't familiar with the area, so I took him to this sandwich shop near school, which I used to frequent when I worked nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat outside and ate our lunch. I told him that I was interested in finding out more about his background with his English degree and if it helped him with the copy editing he does in class. By the way, he's the Copy Editor of the college's newspaper and has no other choice but to read everyone's stories. He answered my questions and talked about his experiences with our school and his other classes. He then asked me a few questions about myself such as what I planned on doing after I completed my classes at the college. I told him that I still had aspirations of moving to Southern California. I mentioned that a friend of mine, who lives down there, recommended I move down there to finish up my Bachelor's degree, saying that I could stay with her. He then mentioned that he would eventually like to move back to Southern California, which is where he graduated from college. During the course of our conversation, we talked about our families and what each of us like to do for fun. Prior to having gone out to lunch with him, I noticed a few things about him in class that made me realize that he could be the male version of me! Then after our lunch date, I realized more that we are very similar! One coincidence is that his birthday is the day after mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by this time it was already 1:30 pm and class was starting in about 30 minutes. As we headed back, he asked me if I wanted to go get some coffee. I told him that I thought we should head to class first and then we could go get coffee after class. I asked if he was okay with this and he said he was fine with it. We went to class as scheduled. Shortly thereafter, he asked if I wanted to help him with distribution (the new issue of the paper had just come out today) and I said yes. However, we ended up bringing our closest classmate with us, who was a source of entertainment, just like she always is in class! We ended up at Starbucks where I opted for ordering hot chocolate, which he bought me. As we sat down, we let our classmate do most of the talking, which I didn't mind (and I hope he didn't either). After being there for probably an hour, we finally left and arrived back at school. Just before my crush left, he thanked me for lunch and I thanked him for the hot chocolate. In retrospect, I think it turned out to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's going to happen next. Within the last month or so, I've gotten several vibes from him that he could be interested. He's complimented me a few times and has made a few comments or gestures that make me believe that he might like me. It's funny, but I don't seem to get those "butterflies" when I'm around him; however, I do get more quiet when I'm in his presence. I'd like to know for certain if he has mutual feelings for me. Before school ends, which is in a weeks, I need to be upfront and tell him I'm interested in getting to know him better. As I've said many times before, I'm leaving everything in God's hands because only he knows what he has planned for me. Also, everything happens for a reason and if I'm meant to be in a relationship my crush, then I'll be content. But if it's not meant to be, I'll accept it and will move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4561279302389056907?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4561279302389056907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4561279302389056907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4561279302389056907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4561279302389056907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-100th-post.html' title='Happy 100th Post!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-6196208877943263854</id><published>2010-09-20T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:03:10.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. University College Graduate'/><title type='text'>My Heart Skips a Beat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TJfV6qMrRiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/phRjAVsq1Fg/s1600/Heart+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TJfV6qMrRiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/phRjAVsq1Fg/s320/Heart+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519115072102417954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last month, I went out to lunch with my family to celebrate my brother's birthday. When I finished eating, I opened up my fortune cookie, which said: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one you love is closer than you think&lt;/span&gt;." I don't know if there's any truth to this, but it got me thinking of someone who has been on my mind lately.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to introduce you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr. University College G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;raduate (or Mr. UCG, for short)&lt;/span&gt;...a nice, smart, humorous, young guy, who I think I'm starting to find myself attracted to. By the way, did I mention that he's young? Oh, and before you start calling me a 'cougar', I do know that he's legal--over 25 and under 30! The only problem I have with this is that he's around the same age as my two nieces! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, isn't Jennifer Aniston dating a much younger guy? ;) We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj5S1RCUDvM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj5S1RCUDvM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-6196208877943263854?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6196208877943263854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=6196208877943263854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6196208877943263854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6196208877943263854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-heart-skips-beat.html' title='My Heart Skips a Beat...'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TJfV6qMrRiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/phRjAVsq1Fg/s72-c/Heart+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2924608724142292961</id><published>2010-09-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:42:26.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mean People'/><title type='text'>Road Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TDoybkMNQfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VVr-4ToyZeU/s1600/Road+Rage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TDoybkMNQfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VVr-4ToyZeU/s320/Road+Rage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492758144684474866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I found myself in the middle of other people's wrath of road rage.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to meet a friend for lunch and as I was leaving my town, there was blocked traffic to the right of me, so as soon as I was able to go around it, I was sitting at a four-way stoplight. I noticed there was a young guy right behind me, driving a rather large truck. He then moved to the other side of me and onto the left lane. I had my window rolled slightly down and heard him say, "Doesn't anyone know how to drive in this town anymore?!" He was clearly in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I made my way into the neighboring city, I had to make a quick stop at the mall. I found myself at a three-way stop, which I thought might have turned into a four-way stop. Although I had the right-of-way to turn right, out of courtesy, I decided to let the car opposite me make a left turn while I waited. As this occurred, there was a car to the left of me, whose driver had to make a complete stop. As the driver notices me stopping to let the other car go, I hear the young woman yell, "What are you waiting for, f***** winter?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes my patience can wear thin in certain situations, but I thought it was rude of those two, young people to have acted the way they did! It's really sad to see this type of anger in other people. We live in a crazy world and I've learned that when things like this happen, you just need to brush it off and forget about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2924608724142292961?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2924608724142292961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2924608724142292961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2924608724142292961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2924608724142292961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-rage.html' title='Road Rage'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/TDoybkMNQfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VVr-4ToyZeU/s72-c/Road+Rage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-389970457225153001</id><published>2010-09-06T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:56:01.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://universalscraps.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.universalscraps.com/files/en/happy.anniversary/anniversary_011.jpg" alt="Orkut Scraps - Happy Anniversary" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish my parents a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;! They celebrate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;51 years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;of marital bliss today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day, I intend to find my significant other (aka Mr. Right) and hope that we can spend our years making a lifetime of memories together!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-389970457225153001?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/389970457225153001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=389970457225153001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/389970457225153001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/389970457225153001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5630963685967117491</id><published>2010-08-25T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:31:57.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>My Summer Break is Over!</title><content type='html'>All good things must come to end and that's the case for my summer break. :( This was the main reason why I've been MIA for a few months. I needed some ME time and I definitely got a lot of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my break, which started in late May, I found myself reuniting with three childhood friends. I've known "S" &amp;amp; "C" since the fourth grade and I've known "I"  forever (our parents have been very good friends for many years)! We literally haven't seen each other (with the exception of I &amp;amp; S) since high school graduation. We all agreed to get together for dinner one evening and well, the rest is history (or in this case, HERstory)! It's like our friendship resumed where we left off many years ago. During this time, C mentioned that she wanted to try &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://www.zumba.com/us/about/"&gt;Zumba&lt;/a&gt;, so I went along with her and gave it a try. It's a good workout and I really enjoyed it. Unfortunately, a few weeks later, I injured my lower back, which was likely a result of the strenuous exercise plus stress, which lately is a never-ending saga with me. Anyway, about a week later and after having consulted with a chiropractor, my back felt much better. I returned to doing Zumba two weeks later, but shortly thereafter my membership expired. I'd love to go back and do it on a regular basis, but right now it's just not possible. In the meantime, C and I have taken up hiking and will continue to go when we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to getting back to an exercise routine this summer, I've been trying to finish a few cleaning projects, which I hadn't been able to do since I've been in school. I still have a few more things to go through and will get back to it during a well deserved break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month, my family--minus my oldest niece--got together and celebrated my sister's 50th birthday by taking her out to lunch. My nephew (my sister's son), who was on leave from the Air Force, was even able to make it. We drove to a neighboring city and enjoyed a delicious lunch outside on what turned out to be a gorgeous day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I finally went back to school last week and let's just say that I'm glad that week is over with! Stress took over the best of me (yet again), but a few days ago I started noticing that things are slowly starting to fall into place. :) This semester is going to keep me quite busy, but I'm looking forward to what could happen as a result of taking the "fun" class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5630963685967117491?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5630963685967117491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5630963685967117491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5630963685967117491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5630963685967117491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-summer-break-is-over.html' title='My Summer Break is Over!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4687318029097198081</id><published>2010-04-20T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:58:46.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Ideas...and more ideas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/S83T4jbEC4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/vBKavpUTQJk/s1600/Idea+light+bulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/S83T4jbEC4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/vBKavpUTQJk/s320/Idea+light+bulb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462254891605166978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever felt like your mind is racing a mile a minute with all these ideas? In the last few months and up until just recently, I've had several of those thoughts come into my mind, which I would like to write about. I have a clear picture of who I'd like to interview and what angle I'd use. However, the next step is to conduct more research and come up with various questions to ask these interviewees. And I already know the perfect publication that I plan on sending my query letter(s) to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, an opportunity that literally presented itself! I plan on taking full advantage of it this week--hoping it isn't too late. Hopefully this interview will take me on to a path of where I'd like my writing to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm considering incorporating other discussions into this blog. I think if I do this it will help to broaden my audience. I mean, you never know who's out there reading my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4687318029097198081?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4687318029097198081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4687318029097198081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4687318029097198081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4687318029097198081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/04/ideasand-more-ideas.html' title='Ideas...and more ideas!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/S83T4jbEC4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/vBKavpUTQJk/s72-c/Idea+light+bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4828384449733431917</id><published>2010-04-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:43:06.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job outlook'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"What appears to be the end may really be a new beginning." ~Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little lax lately in blogging, but once again I've had nothing to report...until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one week ago today was my last day at work. I was at this job for almost two years and was promoted last April; however, the promotion didn't last very long because then the entire organization was affected by budget cuts. After this happened, I wasn't too happy working there. The office wasn't drama-free and I was basically working for  "peanuts" now. From that point on, I told my employer that I was going to be looking for another job. Initially when I accepted this position, I was informed that I would only be allowed to work a certain amount of hours. Well, I completed those hours last Friday &amp;amp; they came up before I could say, "Stick it where the sun don't shine!" (Just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely HATE having to look for a new job! It always leads me to analyze what a potential employer might be thinking about when they read my resume. Well, so far I've been on two interviews: The first one occurred a month ago and when I called their HR Department two weeks ago, they said they were in the middle of conducting background checks. This organization plans to drag this out for a while, so I'll continue to wait patiently (*insert sarcastic remark here*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I've been applying at different companies and actually got called in for an interview this past Wednesday. As I was speaking with the interviewer, she told me about the job and mentioned that she was very impressed with my cover letter. She asked me about my qualifications and I reiterated to her that I'm definitely qualified for the job. One thing I already have going for me is that I live 10 minutes away from their office, whereas some of the applicants have a commute because they live in the Bay Area. Personally, I have a good feeling about this job and I'm intending that I get it because I believe it'd be a "stepping stone" to my future. And if they decide to pass on me, then it wasn't meant to be and it'll just give me an incentive to keep looking. I just hope I can find something sooner than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4828384449733431917?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4828384449733431917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4828384449733431917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4828384449733431917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4828384449733431917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2168981867144417057</id><published>2010-03-06T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:19:29.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Published Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job outlook'/><title type='text'>I'm Back with a Downpour of Good News!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back again from being on sabbatical from blogging! Well, it's been a slow news day these past few months, until about a week ago when I was 'drenched' with some good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had left work a few minutes early last Thursday. Well, when I came into work on Friday, I started reading my e-mails when I noticed one from the director of our office. She was congratulating me on the article I wrote. I then began to wonder what she was talking about. Hmmm...well, the last article I wrote was almost two years ago and it was for class. I was told that it would get published the following semester, but it never did. I had even e-mailed my former instructor to inquire when it would be getting published. She told me that the newspaper had two new editors, so it was up to them as to which stories made it in. Evidently, mine never made it to print until last week! YAY! Needless to say, I told my "supervisor" the good news and she asked me if I'd leave a copy for the office. Well, it turns out a few days ago, she placed a copy of the newspaper, which had published my article, in the lunch room and placed a Post-It on the front page mentioning my article. What a way to embarrass me; however, I did receive several compliments from my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can guess how surprised and excited I was about the article. But I was also not expecting to hear more good news soon after! About three weeks ago, I went to take a job exam and then the following week, I took another exam for the same organization, but for a slightly higher position.  Well, this week, I found out the results for both exams and I passed! However, because there is always a high volume of people applying for these positions and taking these exams, you must pass it and have received a certain overall percentage in order to get on the waiting list. Once you pass the exam, you receive a ranking number and wait until your number is picked, and until you're contacted for an interview. Unfortunately, the list only stays active for a few months. And once the list expires, you have an opportunity to take the exam again when it's offered. Needless to say, I ranked #12 on exam one and #20 on exam two. However, soon after I passed the first exam, I received an e-mail informing me that I qualified for the bilingual vacancies and to call them for an interview, if I was interested. Well, I'm still waiting for the call back regarding the interview schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having been on a job search for the past nine months, I'm learning to have more patience and I believe it's slowly starting to pay off. I'm going to continue practicing being positive and surrounding myself with positivity so that I may reach my goals. I intend that the next path I'll be on is to become employed at one of these organizations. Disclaimer: I haven't given up on my dreams just yet. I have to put them on hold for the moment, but will try to find time to work around them and hope that they will become a part of my future.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2168981867144417057?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2168981867144417057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2168981867144417057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2168981867144417057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2168981867144417057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-with-downpour-of-good-news.html' title='I&apos;m Back with a Downpour of Good News!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1258097204590855925</id><published>2009-12-31T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:59:35.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/Sz2PpHn4eGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ruoP_NZsu8E/s1600-h/happy-new-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/Sz2PpHn4eGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ruoP_NZsu8E/s320/happy-new-year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421647463007680610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying good bye to 2009 is leaving me a little melancholy and sentimental, but saying hello to 2010--the start of a new decade--is giving me hope of possible things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of 2009 brought me a little false hope of advancement at work. I was going to be given the opportunity to take on more responsibilities, as well as receive better pay. Unfortunately because of how office politics work, I had to wait until early spring to relish in my promotion. However, it was then taken away in July when we experienced budget cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, my fellow BH (Blockhead) Sistahs and I got together once again and drove to Fresno, CA to go see our favorite group, &lt;a href="http://www.nkotb.com"&gt;New Kids on the Block&lt;/a&gt;, perform again. Then in July, my friends and I got together again to attend their Full Service concerts in Concord and Irvine, CA. We had the best time meeting the guys again and getting together to share our childhood memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the summer, I thought that love could be on the horizon when I ran into last crush...only to be given false hope. I learned a valuable lesson from this and it's to make myself happy and to focus on what I want in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late summer had me saying good bye to my one and only nephew, who joined the Air Force and was on his way to Basic Military Training in Texas. He graduated from BMT in early October, which allowed my parents, sister, two nieces and I to travel to San Antonio to see him graduate and be honored as one of the top graduates! We also got to do a little sightseeing at the River Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early fall brought me back to So Cal to take my parents to visit my mother's family, including her four siblings and numerous nieces and nephews. I always have a great time with my mother's side of the family. They're what I consider 'crazy' because they know how to tell the right jokes and always reminisce about the 'old days.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays brought my family together once again, in which we celebrated Thanksgiving with my cousin and her family, at her son's house. Then my immediate family--including my nephew, who was on a two-week leave from the Air Force--spent Christmas at my parents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm ready for 2010! I have faith that good or positive things will happen in the new year. Here's hoping that 2010 brings you much happiness, prosperity and good health! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1258097204590855925?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1258097204590855925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1258097204590855925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1258097204590855925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1258097204590855925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/Sz2PpHn4eGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ruoP_NZsu8E/s72-c/happy-new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5511165707931280552</id><published>2009-11-21T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:00:33.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SwgVAYg-Z5I/AAAAAAAAAas/l1n_UHOhnJ4/s1600/birthday_candles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SwgVAYg-Z5I/AAAAAAAAAas/l1n_UHOhnJ4/s320/birthday_candles.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406594448983222162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I survived another year! Between my last birthday and today, I found myself spending a lot of time traveling, which I had always hoped to do. I spent most of '08 and '09 traveling up and down California to go see my favorite music group, NKOTB. Thanks to them, I've gotten to meet a lot of new friends and have become addicted to Twitter! Coincidentally, I have been the happy recipient of two tweets by none other than the leader or 'charismatic one' himself, Donnie Wahlberg! He's just as much a sweetheart with a big heart, as is Jonathan Knight, who you all {yes, all three of you!} know I've been crushing on since I was 16 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, I got promoted at my job. I was getting the run-around at work and waited three months until the paperwork finally went through...only for the promotion to be taken away at the beginning of July when the California budget crisis led me to take a major pay cut. :( At that moment in time, I told my supervisors that I was going to have to look for another job, which I am still looking for. Yes, it's THAT bad in California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around May, I got reacquainted with an 'old' crush. I got the nerve to stop by his place of business a few times, but never had a real conversation with him. Eventually, my heart got broken yet again a few months later when I saw him with his ex-girlfriend. I quickly moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, I took my parents to visit my mother's siblings and their families in Southern California and Baja CA. The last time we saw the family was three years ago when we attended my cousin's memorial service. I love visiting my extended family (and yes, I have many, many cousins), who I don't get to see very much. On the last day we were in Baja, my cousin Ben gave and said something to my parents that ultimately made me become an emotional wreck. So up until the time we left, he made fun of me because I was still crying! My Baja cousins ALWAYS make us feel welcomed when we go to visit them. I will blog more about my Baja trip in another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I started experiencing more feelings of regret. I've felt that I haven't accomplished much in my life nor do I get the respect I deserve. I went back to college a few years ago, but am only taking a few classes here and there since I really need to work. I intend to continue with school and complete all the necessary classes so that I can eventually transfer one day, but it may take me a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what lies ahead for me, but I can only hope it's something good and for which I've worked hard for. My current motto is that I'm going to focus more time in making myself happy. I have yet to see what is out there for me. It may be a new job in another city or traveling. Whatever it is, there may be some challenges along the way, but I have faith that I'll overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to another year of living with good health and happiness, and exploring all the possibilities that are yet to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5511165707931280552?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5511165707931280552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5511165707931280552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5511165707931280552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5511165707931280552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SwgVAYg-Z5I/AAAAAAAAAas/l1n_UHOhnJ4/s72-c/birthday_candles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5694562600351080620</id><published>2009-10-11T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:48:18.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Former Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Cutie'/><title type='text'>Saying Good-Bye to Mr. Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/StKPtPqwsnI/AAAAAAAAAak/5yotbG_eckA/s1600-h/Broken+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/StKPtPqwsnI/AAAAAAAAAak/5yotbG_eckA/s320/Broken+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391529711378674290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning, my cousin invited me to go see her best friend compete in her first 1/2 marathon, which took place in the town we all grew up in. My cousin picked me up around 9:45 am and we drove over to city hall, where we were expecting to meet up with her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived to the marathon site, we noticed my cousin's friend chatting with other competitors, so we walked up to her and started asking her how she did. About 30 to 45 minutes of being there, we walked across the street to meet up with the best friend's older brother and some of her friends. As we stayed to watch the second marathon, I then noticed this guy riding this old-style bicycle and riding along side him was this woman, who I can confirm was his ex or former girlfriend. :( My heart literally came out of my chest. As they rode their bikes past me, they set them down and gathered with a few of their friends, who were all there to cheer on their friends participating in the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably safe to say that they're now back together, which means I am giving up--again--and this time it's for good. I think deep down I knew it was too good to be true. I'm now realizing that I would have never had a chance with him.  A guy like Mr. Cutie doesn't come around often, especially where I'm from. In an odd way, I felt like the Molly Ringwald character, "Andie", in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty in Pink&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously he has found his equal in his ex-girlfriend, so I guess all I can say now is that I hope they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is definitely a funny thing. After you get your heart broken several more times, you start to question if there is something wrong with you. I'm putting faith in the fact that I'm a good person, who has the qualities that a man will like or love about me. I do hope I will find love...or that it will find me...someday. I think I deserve some happiness in my life and I will just have to practice more patience until I find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5694562600351080620?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5694562600351080620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5694562600351080620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5694562600351080620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5694562600351080620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/10/saying-good-bye-to-mr-cutie.html' title='Saying Good-Bye to Mr. Cutie'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/StKPtPqwsnI/AAAAAAAAAak/5yotbG_eckA/s72-c/Broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7536538715420606656</id><published>2009-09-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:46:30.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing With The Stars'/><title type='text'>Dancing With The Stars is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/Srhb8IyGvvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QoCPLBsJmrs/s1600-h/dancing-with-the-stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/Srhb8IyGvvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QoCPLBsJmrs/s320/dancing-with-the-stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384154443229347570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gradually getting back to blogging again. I thought my first blog back would be to fill you in on what I did this past summer, but network TV has interrupted that blog for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 9 of ABC's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dancing With The Stars&lt;/span&gt; premiered tonight. I've been watching this show since it first aired, with the exception of possibly one season {and no, it wasn't the first season in which NKOTB member, Joey McIntyre, appeared in}. I really try to make an effort to vote for who I think puts their heart and soul into the competition, and who I believe deserves to win. This season is a no-brainer! My vote is for &lt;a href="http://www.donny.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Donny Osmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Donny Osmond), former 70's teen idol and one of my first crushes when I was just a mere three or four-years-old (ok, so my crushing started a little bit early)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SrhiojyouDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/J12dOJ1Tf_o/s1600-h/kym-johnson-donny-osmond-dancing-with-the-stars-season-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SrhiojyouDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/J12dOJ1Tf_o/s320/kym-johnson-donny-osmond-dancing-with-the-stars-season-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384161803463342130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having followed Donny's career now for the past 30+ years (YIKES!), I can truly say that he's a fierce competitor! He's going to perfect every dance move each week because 1) he wants that trophy and 2) that's just the way he works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the beginning, I sensed that &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/iron-chef-america/index.html"&gt;Mark Dacascos&lt;/a&gt; of the Food Network's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Chef&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; would be Donny's best competition. I think it's just too early to say who's going to win it. If I were a betting woman, you know my money would be on Donny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having to practice every week for DWTS, he is also currently doing weekly shows at the Flamingo Hotel in Vegas with his sister &lt;a href="http://www.marieosmond.com/"&gt;Marie&lt;/a&gt;. Note to self: I must catch their Vegas show soon because it's been 24 years since I last saw them in concert, which also happened to be the first concert I ever attended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/index"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to vote for your favorite competitor, which also includes Kelly Osbourne, model Kathy Ireland, actresses Debi Mazar and Melissa Joan Heart, and singers Macy Gray and Aaron Carter. Obviously you know who I'll be voting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little blast from the past. Hey, maybe Donny will incorporate some of these dance moves, which his brother (Jay) taught him and Marie for the original Donny &amp;amp; Marie show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fA_MYuHFbUk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fA_MYuHFbUk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7536538715420606656?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7536538715420606656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7536538715420606656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7536538715420606656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7536538715420606656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancing-with-stars-is-back.html' title='Dancing With The Stars is back!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/Srhb8IyGvvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QoCPLBsJmrs/s72-c/dancing-with-the-stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-6208129065005616243</id><published>2009-09-01T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:57:47.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lack of posts'/><title type='text'>APB on LSP</title><content type='html'>As you've (this is intended for my 2 or 3 "fans", who follow this blog) probably noticed, I've been a little MIA or absent from the blogging world. My summer off from school went by way too quickly! A few exciting (well, at least for me) things happened to me during the summer, which are worthy of a blog or two; however, I just haven't had a chance to sit down and post. And now I'm a little preoccupied with trying to keep on track with school because I've got so much to do in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I intend to update my blog soon. Until then, enjoy this little treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v217259106&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v217259106&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" width="400" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-6208129065005616243?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6208129065005616243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=6208129065005616243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6208129065005616243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6208129065005616243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/09/apb-on-lsp.html' title='APB on LSP'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3186579484872914641</id><published>2009-05-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:09:03.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Cutie'/><title type='text'>Hanging Out with Mr. Cutie</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the great night I had last Saturday! My friend S and I, and her friend M, went to Mr. Cutie's POB (place of business). Before we headed over there, we had dinner at this restaurant I've been to many times before. The initial plan was that we would have dinner and then walk over to you-know-whose place because there was going to be live music. As soon as we finished dinner, we were nearing the stoplight to cross the street when who do I see but Mr. Cutie! I told my friend, S, "OMG, there he is!" Well, as we were about to cross the street, some guy on his bicycle crossed Mr. Cutie's path &amp;amp; they started talking...right in the middle of the street! I obviously couldn't say anything right then and there, so we continued walking. After we arrived at his POB, S and I ordered some wine. Mr. Cutie was no where in sight. I wonder where he had wandered off to. Well, about an hour later, he arrived. By that time, I had already finished my wine &amp;amp; unfortunately, I didn't get a refill because I had to drive home. Heck, I could have even walked home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time M and S were teasing me, but also encouraging me to go talk to Mr. Cutie. Well, about this time, more people came into his place and he was mingling with the regulars. Obviously, I am NOT a regular! I know for sure he noticed me, but the entire time I just kept talking to my friends. If I stared at him the entire night, I didn't want to give him the impression that I was totally into him! At one point, he started talking to the woman who was sitting at the large table in front of us (who was accompanied by several others) and had his back towards us. Shortly thereafter, he turned around &amp;amp; asked if he could take the chair that was at our (small) table, which wasn't being occupied. I think my friend, S, answered at the same time, but I answered, "Sure, go right ahead!" Ok, so I was really thinking of  saying, "Hey, it's your place and you can do anything you please!" Maybe he thought we were expecting more people. Grrr! I let the opportunity to talk to him pass me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the music started late, we didn't leave until about 1 hour and 45 minutes later. I had to call it an early night because I had to try studying for finals and my two friends needed to drive back home. I didn't let S persuade me to leave through the door closest to where Mr. Cutie was. We ended up leaving from another side door, which was closer to me. I'm sure he noticed us leaving, but we had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I regret not initiating a conversation with Mr. Cutie beyond him asking me if he could use the chair at our table. I mean, HELLO, this is his place after all! You know what I really wanted to say was, "Instead, you should pull up a chair and join us!" Note to self: Work on my flirting techniques because it needs a LOT of improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finally left, we walked around town and then resumed in the parking lot where our cars were parked. Of course, I wanted to kick myself for keeping quiet the entire night (ok, so I didn't want to interrupt him talking), but I have faith there will be a next time and that I WILL talk to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3186579484872914641?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3186579484872914641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3186579484872914641' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3186579484872914641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3186579484872914641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-out-with-mr-cutie.html' title='Hanging Out with Mr. Cutie'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7679927476288632282</id><published>2009-05-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:29:33.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><title type='text'>The Return of Mr. Cutie</title><content type='html'>Yes, I never thought I'd be saying this again, but I think my feelings for &lt;a href="http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-at-right-place-at-right-time.html"&gt;Mr. Cutie&lt;/a&gt; have returned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the grocery store today and ran into my friend, E, who has been working there for years. I felt bad that I haven't been able to talk/call her, so we chatted a bit and I asked her if she was going to attend the celebration that the city was throwing for the town we grew up in. She said she was thinking about it and I told her to give me a call if she decided to go. I was hoping she'd call because I really needed a distraction away from my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now it's about 1:30 or 2:00 p.m. and I walk over to E's house and then she, myself and her two kids head into town to check out the festivities. Before we arrived, we stopped by the store to buy some drinks and ran into our cousin (E is related to this cousin on her mother's side and I'm related on my father's side). We finally made it downtown and we were probably there about 30 minutes when I spotted Mr. Cutie! He was chatting with some friends, who were BBQing for the festivities. I told E that he was there, as I had suspected he would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know her reasons for doing this, but E brought her camera with her and she said that she was going to take a photo of Mr. Cutie. Well, at one point, she said something to his friend (I can't remember if she knew him or not) and within a few minutes, she snapped the shot while I was several feet away. When we met up, E told me that he noticed she was taking the picture and was trying to get out of the way or just out of the shot. I hope he didn't suspect what she was doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like E and I were going around in circles at this party, until we found ourselves in the wine tasting area. We probably stood in one spot for like 30-45 minutes when E recognized a regular from her store. I jokingly kept asking E, "Do you see my boyfriend around?!" She would then reply, "Yeah, he's standing right in back of you!" Literally, he was within a few feet away or within proximity of me and a few times, our backs were to each other. I noticed Mr. Cutie chatting with some friends, as well as some new ones, but I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend in sight! Someone had asked him a question about where he lived and as I was trying to listen, there was some other commotion going on. Then I heard that he was going back in to the city tonight. Does he have another place that he resides in away from our town? I was trying not to make it obvious that I was checking him out and I think I pulled it off really well. Incidentally, when I first noticed him today, those butterflies found their way back into my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after being at this celebration party for about four hours, it was time to go home. Our feet were killing us (we both wore sandals because it was such a gorgeous day today)! I thought by that time Mr. Cutie had left back to his place of business, which was around the corner, but I noticed him as we were trying to find a public restroom. Eeek!! I'm sure he noticed me, but again, I played it off like I didn't see him. You know, the least I could've done was make eye contact and smile at him like I did when I first saw him almost two years ago. I can't continue to keep letting good opportunities pass me by because I'm definitely not getting any younger! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left the party, I ran into a high school classmate of mine, who I hadn't talked to in two years. We were talking about how we really should get together because we weren't able to the last time we spoke. I told her that as soon as I'm finished with finals, I would call her and see if she wanted to meet up for lunch. Hmmm...I think I know of a place to go grab some lunch at! Let's just hope he's there when I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saga with Mr. Cutie continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7679927476288632282?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7679927476288632282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7679927476288632282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7679927476288632282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7679927476288632282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-mr-cutie.html' title='The Return of Mr. Cutie'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2232314988516829739</id><published>2009-05-03T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:00:08.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Knight'/><title type='text'>More Reasons to Love This Man!</title><content type='html'>My fellow "Blockhead" (H) e-mailed this to me and a few other BH friends last night and I wish I would've sent it to &lt;a href="http://wwww.twitter.com/JonathanRKnight"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt; via Twitter. Oh well, because he ended up posting this link early this morning. This interview speaks for itself. More celebrities need to take a lesson from Jon. He's the most down-to-earth, sweetest person you're ever going to meet! :) Did I mention that he was gorgeous too?! I can't wait to see him again this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview was taped on April 28th at the Debbie Gibson "Electric Youth" benefit in West Hollywood, CA.   Click on Debbie's website and you'll see many more photos from this event, including some of Jonathan!  &lt;a href="http://www.deborahgibson.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://www.deborahgibson.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that I wish I were living in Southern California right now! By the way, I don't think I could've done a better job at interviewing him, but I'm still hoping for a chance someday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/axQR7Wpz6ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/axQR7Wpz6ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2232314988516829739?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2232314988516829739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2232314988516829739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2232314988516829739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2232314988516829739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-reasons-to-love-this-man.html' title='More Reasons to Love This Man!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1872640674822079926</id><published>2009-04-26T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:20:57.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting NKOTB'/><title type='text'>My Adventures in Fresno</title><content type='html'>On April 16th, my friends and I drove four hours to the "armpit capital" of California, also known as Fresno! You're probably thinking, "Why on the earth would she go there?" Well, we had our reasons...five very good reasons! Despite this being our first trip to Central California, my three friends and I (my Godsister merely went for the experience) made the trip because we were going to go see another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt; concert and were going to meet the guys again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Godsister and I actually arrived an hour ahead of my three friends, who decided to take another route. We didn't have much time to relax, so we started getting ready because we needed to be at the venue, located at Fresno State University, by 4:00 pm. Then we had to be in the building by 4:30 so that we could be directed into the VIP lounge. However, before heading over to the venue, we stopped off at BJ's Restaurant and ate some lunch. I was famished, but I only managed to eat like 30% of my salad and french fries. Yes, I believe I was starting to feel a bit anxious as to what was to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove into the venue, I noticed all these women standing alongside this little hillside looking down. They were looking down at the tour buses, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the guys. A few people saw Joey and Jordan waved hello to a few fans. I met up with my friend K, who brought her friend B, and then my group of friends (H, K, S and my Godsister) and I gathered together to get in line. A few days prior to the concert, I had read that if we didn't already have a pre-made group of 10 people, we were likely going to be separated. We weren't going to let this happen, so we were fortunate to find three more girls--twin sisters &amp;amp; a younger (younger as in 29 years old) fan. YEAH! We were set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the 6th group lined up, which meant we were Group F. As I stood underneath the doorway of the venue, I started coughing this nervous cough. I was experiencing a bout of anxiety because I was going to meet the guys again. :( Why now?! As we got off the elevator, I finally felt better when we found ourselves a table and started chatting with the rest of the girls in our group. We discussed different aspects of the group, as well as what we all did for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at around 6:00 pm or so, a rep started talking and began to call out the letters of the alphabet because it was time to get ready to meet the guys! There I go again with the nervous cough. When our group letter was called up, I started feeling weak in the knees. Then as we approached the black curtain, my anxiety woes went away when I saw the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed from right to left were Jonathan, Jordan, Donnie, Danny and Joey. Of course, I went to Jon first and received a great big hug from him. As I tried to make my way to another guy, I remembered what my friend N told me: Stay put where you are and don't leave his side. If there's any time left later, go back and give a quick hug to the other guys. At one point, just before the group photo, I showed Jon what I had found the night before. It was a flier that was passed around my high school in Oct. 1988 announcing a benefit concert the guys participated in near my town. It was the one and only time they were in my area. I showed him both sides of the flier and, of course, I knew he wasn't going to remember. :( This small concert was likely the second one they had ever done to promote their sophomore album, "Hangin' Tough," and occurred immediately after their first, historical show, which was at the Fulton Mall in Fresno in 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say, I stayed put next to Jonathan because within a minute or so, someone called out that it was picture time! We got into our places and they snapped the pic. The entire time I was thinking that Jon didn't look so good. Well, my friend had read Jon's Twitter message stating he was sick with the flu, so you could tell he was not well. Dang, he still looks good, sick or well!! So now I figured I'd have a few seconds to go give Donnie a quick hug and show him the flier too, but the Knight Brothers assistant, as well as a security guard, were rushing us out because they needed to bring in the next group. Literally, we were in the VIP room for 2 1/2 - 3 minutes. :( One funny thing that happened as we left the meet and greet was when my friend K asked if she could get a solo pic with Donnie, which she did! Note to self again: Be more assertive and don't forget to introduce myself next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group of friends and I re-grouped, and we finally received our tickets for our seats. As the usher helped my Godsister and I, we noticed we were sitting in the 2nd row, just steps away from the stage! I was blessed again with such great seats! My friends H and K were about two rows behind me, my friend S was near H and K, and my other friend K and her friend B were just one person away from me! K and B decided to stand right at the corner of the stage, so as soon as the lights went down, we joined them there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fantastic and I had a great time meeting up and hanging out with my friends! We decided to go to Denny's after wards because we were all (*insert Bostonian accent here*) stahving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final morning together, my friends and I had brunch at the Cheesecake Factory and discussed the great time we had at the concert. I think all of us agreed that we (minus my Godsister, who will be moving soon) can't wait for our next adventure(s) this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1872640674822079926?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1872640674822079926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1872640674822079926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1872640674822079926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1872640674822079926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-adventures-in-fresno.html' title='My Adventures in Fresno'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3691771085872664765</id><published>2009-04-16T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:10:00.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>I'm Ready for Another Fun Adventure!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm getting ready for another fun adventure. This time my friends and I are driving down to Fresno this morning for some FUN, FUN, FUN! In fact, this will be my first trip to Central California. We're going to meet up with a few more friends in the evening and dance, and "rock out" like there's no tomorrow! I hear the weather will be warm &amp;amp; beautiful, so I can't wait! Upon my return, I will let you know all about my little expedition and the five "creatures" we saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now happy to say that I finally got my promotion! YEAH! I started my "new" job on the 6th. I'm gradually getting into my new position and will welcome the new responsibilities as they come. However, my former boss just hired two new people to take over my old job and now we have a full house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, about two weeks ago, I was on one of those social networking sites checking my e-mail when I noticed my 21-year-old nephew's status: "Just joined the Air Force." :( I automatically started feeling tearful and retrospective. Several months back, he mentioned it to the family that he was considering joining. Well, now it's official. I guess part of me was upset because of the way he presented it and, of course, I don't want to see him go. Later that day, he came over to the house and explained his reasons for joining. He's very excited that he's going to get the opportunity to continue with school and that he'll be able to travel around the world. All I want for him is to be happy and safe. I just pray that he isn't sent overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for a recap of my adventures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3691771085872664765?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3691771085872664765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3691771085872664765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3691771085872664765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3691771085872664765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-ready-for-another-fun-adventure.html' title='I&apos;m Ready for Another Fun Adventure!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-8015850245909317830</id><published>2009-04-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:55:06.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SeIcAlkewEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Gz6gB-JVo_8/s1600-h/Easter_pic+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SeIcAlkewEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Gz6gB-JVo_8/s320/Easter_pic+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323848505916047426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Cherish the blessings you have and the time you get to spend with your family and friends on this special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-8015850245909317830?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8015850245909317830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=8015850245909317830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8015850245909317830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8015850245909317830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SeIcAlkewEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Gz6gB-JVo_8/s72-c/Easter_pic+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-156616120146696071</id><published>2009-03-11T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:09:45.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job outlook'/><title type='text'>Perhaps, 3rd Time is the Charm</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I've blogged, but I've had a lot going on that I finally needed to vent some of my frustration out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in January, the assistant to my boss offered me a position in which I'd be working directly for her. The job offer came at a good time because, as a student employee, the pay sucks. I gladly accepted the new position, for which I was to have started in February. Well, here's why I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who offered me the position didn't realize that there was one more step to follow before submitting the paperwork to Human Resources. And because of the problems California is currently facing with its budget, this paperwork also has to go through one more channel: a meeting in which my boss has to attend. Well, yesterday I found out that this meeting has been rescheduled again, which makes this the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; time now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I appreciate the bosses assistant for thinking of me for this "promotion," I'm going to have to keep looking for something better and/or stable. I do realize that it may take a while to find a new job, but I intend to stay positive and I know I will eventually find something I'm well suited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: I just got selected for an interview, which will take place next week. I pray that I do well because I've been asked to do a presentation during the interview and I'll admit that I've always shied away from doing public speaking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my focus is currently on school and work, I'm going to need a day where I can just relax and have fun, so that's why a few friends and I are getting together in five weeks and driving down to Fresno to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt;, again! Yes, hopefully the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3rd time will be the charm&lt;/span&gt; and I will put away my shyness for one night so that I can actually have a real conversation with my crush, Jonathan Knight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have NEVER been to a New Kids show, what in the h*** are you thinking?! Kidding aside, you are totally missing out on two great hours of entertainment! And for those, like myself, who have already been to a few of their shows, well, we/I just can't get enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a sneak peek--aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;spoiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--of their first 2009 U.S. show from last Saturday! If you don't want to watch it, then turn away now! For the record, let me just say that I absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this song and can't wait to see it performed live soon--sans the thrusting performed in the original video (Video 1)! Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JH0jT8Kn6Ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JH0jT8Kn6Ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrmWG0GYv_U&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrmWG0GYv_U&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-156616120146696071?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/156616120146696071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=156616120146696071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/156616120146696071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/156616120146696071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/03/perhaps-3rd-time-is-charm.html' title='Perhaps, 3rd Time is the Charm'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2594964645788263417</id><published>2009-02-28T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:00:00.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negative people'/><title type='text'>There's something in the air...</title><content type='html'>And it stinks! Kidding aside, there must've been a full moon recently because I've been feeling all this negative energy around me. You see, I was the target of some good and bad rage. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week ago, I was trying to catch the freeway on my way home. Mind you, I've always been a very careful driver. In fact, I've never received a ticket in my life! Anyway, I was in the correct lane to make the turn when this person tries to cut in front of me. First of all, she wasn't in the correct lane. Second, I had every right to proceed where I was since I was in the correct turning lane. As we eventually made it onto the freeway, somehow she wound up in front of me in the fast lane. I was pressed for time because I had to get home and eat dinner since I had to be in class in an hour. At one point, the other driver quickly brakes and proceeds. Did she do this on purpose? I don't know. So then I see her looking at her outside mirror and nodding her head. Then I notice that she's looking at her rear view mirror and giving me the peace sign. The two things that I can't tolerate in other drivers is carelessness or ones that don't pay attention. Well, at least she didn't give me "the finger"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second incident happened while I was at school. I had just gotten out of my second class and walked to my car to eat lunch since I had to be at work in an hour (I work on-campus). I'm minding my own business when I hear someone honking. I look in my rearview mirror and just ignore it. Finally, after like the third or fourth honk, I roll down my window and some woman is looking at me and says, "I was looking right at you waiting for you to pull out." I thought to myself, "Isn't it obvious that the reason I didn't pull out of the parking space was because I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going anywhere!" I told her, "I didn't see you and I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; leaving!" She then quickly speeds away to find another parking space. The nerve of her to talk to me the way she did! It's like she wanted something handed to her and got mad because I wasn't going to give in! Unfortunately, the construction that's occurring at my school/work will continue on for the rest of the semester, so it doesn't look like the parking situation will get any better. In fact, it has gotten worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the bad rage that so many people have had these days is over and done with because I can't tolerate conflict, especially at work, which is what I'm currently dealing with (another story for another time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm done venting. I will update you with the happenings in my life soon! Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2594964645788263417?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2594964645788263417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2594964645788263417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2594964645788263417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2594964645788263417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-something-in-air.html' title='There&apos;s something in the air...'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1946411721515353381</id><published>2009-02-14T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:58:58.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Singles Awareness Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SZZ0gsdivjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsdP0zwdUCI/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553716315045426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SZZ0gsdivjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsdP0zwdUCI/s320/Valentine%27s+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I personally wouldn't call it "happy," but others might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 14th is a day that I'm sure most single people would soon like to forget. I usually treat this day as just a regular day, but it's hard sometimes because you're constantly reminded that you don't have anyone special in your life. I will say this though: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am very appreciative of my family and friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you women out there, who are married, have a boyfriend or have a significant other: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And to those single women--like myself--who don't have a husband, boyfriend or significant other: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Singles Awareness Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7p0hRZtwYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7p0hRZtwYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1946411721515353381?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1946411721515353381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1946411721515353381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1946411721515353381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1946411721515353381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-singles-awareness-day.html' title='Happy Singles Awareness Day'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SZZ0gsdivjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsdP0zwdUCI/s72-c/Valentine%27s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1946800023738546565</id><published>2009-02-12T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:52:26.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vira&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday Vira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SZSCicWGLjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/X_I5_tHa47c/s1600-h/Vira_Dec+2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302006189557952050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SZSCicWGLjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/X_I5_tHa47c/s320/Vira_Dec+2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today would have been my cousin, Vira's 47th birthday. Unfortunately, she passed away on October 12, 2006 from breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vira, I love you and miss you dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1946800023738546565?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1946800023738546565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1946800023738546565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1946800023738546565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1946800023738546565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-greetings.html' title='Birthday Greetings'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SZSCicWGLjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/X_I5_tHa47c/s72-c/Vira_Dec+2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7145212770283984221</id><published>2009-01-15T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:15:11.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job possibility'/><title type='text'>Good Things Come to Those Who Wait</title><content type='html'>Last week, a co-worker of mine--who happens to be the bosses assistant--asked for my personal e-mail address, so I gave it to her. My first thought was, "Ok, what did I do wrong?" A couple of minutes later, I opened the "confidential" e-mail, which stated that the boss told her that she could hire a part-time employee to take over some of the specific duties she shouldn't be doing. She told me that she was happy with my work and asked if I'd be interested in this position. The pay is actually a LOT better than what I'm currently making, which is music to my ears! In addition, I can still have the flexibility of taking classes, plus I could work a few extra hours. I told her that I was going to think about it and I'm actually supposed to meet with her this week to further discuss the job.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say that within the last few months, I've been fortunate to have had some things happen to me, which I had hoped would lead me into fulfilling more of my goals this year. I have tried putting all my positive energy into finding a new job and, well, with the help of my vision board, I think things are starting to fall into place! Staying positive is something I will continue doing because I still have a few other goals I'd like to accomplish this year. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My winter break is over and I started classes again this week. I'm slowly getting into my two Anthropology classes because I've never been one to like anything associated with science (or math)! I haven't taken a science class in YEARS, so that's why I'm a little scared! What's funny is that one of my instructors is five years younger than me, so at least I can relate to her in that sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what would my blog be without some NKOTB news! Recently, fans were e-mailed a message stating to "save the dates" for a very special event. Well, as many Blockheads had speculated, the event turned out to be a cruise!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nkotb.com/"&gt;The Block&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s ship will set sail from Florida to the Bahamas from May 15 - 18. When word got out that this event could be a cruise, I said, "There's definitely NO way I'm going!" Twenty years ago, the Kids did a "Magic Summer" cruise, which I didn't take part in because I couldn't afford it. Well, fast forward to the present and I still can't afford a cruise! I've never been on one before and yes, a trip to Florida (where I've always wanted to go) and the Bahamas (really, any island will do for me) would've been great, but I don't have the means nor the time to go. Actually, I have finals around those dates, so it was poor planning on their part! ;) No worries because I'm still holding out and saving my money for the upcoming tours in the spring and summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7145212770283984221?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7145212770283984221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7145212770283984221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7145212770283984221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7145212770283984221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-things-come-to-those-who-wait.html' title='Good Things Come to Those Who Wait'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5424682530352457156</id><published>2009-01-07T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:00:51.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>When the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; comes to mind, I think of Lucy and Ethel from "I Love Lucy" or "Laverne &amp;amp; Shirley." I once had a friend, who I used to share my favorite moments with up until about five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while now, I wasn't sure if I wanted to write about this subject, but it's been on my mind lately. Recently, a close relative of mine had become friends with this "former" friend of mine on a highly popular social networking website. What I found ironic was the fact that this friend, who was like a sister to me, never bothered to contact me. Honestly, I've known her forever and we used to do everything together, such as go out to dinner or go on vacation. My mother considers this friend's mother as one of her best friends. For my last birthday, her mother brought me flowers and my favorite dessert! I tried re-connecting with this friend two months prior to that--for her birthday--but never heard from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind back to late April 2008, which was the last time I saw or had any contact with her. Since she had moved in with her boyfriend four years earlier, she had pretty much lost all contact with her closest friends. My feelings got slightly hurt this last time. We went out to dinner at our favorite restaurant because we hadn't been in contact for several months. We started talking about different things and just as we were getting served, I told her that my first article was getting published. She didn't really say anything after that. I mean, I wasn't expecting her to say "congratulations," but I thought she'd be just a little happy for me. I mean, we were like sisters!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've heard, she spends her time mostly traveling with her b/f (for pleasure and for his work--they both work for the same company) and following his hobbies or spending time with his parents (incidentally, her b/f is an only child). Occasionally, we'd see each other when her parents would invite my family over for parties (our families have known each other for over 30 years); however, at these functions, I often found myself having conversations with her brother because she was spending most of the time entertaining her b/f and his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly feel that communication works both ways and I stopped communicating with her altogether when she no longer made the effort to stay in contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last couple of weeks I've been saying to myself, "I just can't believe she's communicated with...(my relative)." However, this morning the same thought came to mind when I opened my e-mail and noticed one from her! This is what she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;appy New Year! Long time no talk, I hope you had a great birthday and x-mas. I wanted to reconnect and do lunch or dinner. I've had so much going on at work and personally and now realize I have isolated myself from everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm thinking of what to write back to her. I don't want to come off as angry or hurt, but I'm uncertain if our friendship is salvageable. As the saying goes, "it's easy to forgive, but not to forget."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5424682530352457156?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5424682530352457156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5424682530352457156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5424682530352457156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5424682530352457156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7676000865655553732</id><published>2008-12-31T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:31:03.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1867/1867428yl6kc4mwzt.gif" width="212" height="135" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Lucida Grande'" size="48px" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/811/811793tteewknjgb.gif" width="285" height="185" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe 2009 is just a matter of hours away. I can honestly say that 2008 was a great year for me despite having had a stroke of bad luck with employment. The highlight of '08--besides the New Kids Reunion and having been fortunate to attend four NKOTB concerts--was the fact that I got my first article published, which was then followed by two more! Fortunately, I thank God for my health and the fact that I have a family that loves me, and new friends, who care to know how I'm doing. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be spending New Years Eve with my best friend, LM, and her family, who live about 10 minutes away.  Every year, I tend to make a few resolutions, but then sometimes end up breaking them. However, this year I hope to accomplish the following goals: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To get a new job, which will enable me to have some flexibility with school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) To be more persistent in the matter of getting the interviews I want and getting more of my work published&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Sticking with an exercise routine, especially during the winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) To have strength to deal with any and all obstacles that may come along my way  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) And to continue to have faith that I will be able to see these goals through  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope that 2009 brings good health, happiness and prosperity to all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7676000865655553732?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7676000865655553732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7676000865655553732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7676000865655553732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7676000865655553732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5243371031270376548</id><published>2008-12-17T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:08:24.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Would You Date This Guy?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SUnnYEDHGzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/64JU8ndZh_8/s1600-h/Varty+playing+a+nerd_%2709+HS+movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281006438658284338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SUnnYEDHGzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/64JU8ndZh_8/s320/Varty+playing+a+nerd_%2709+HS+movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is this mystery nerd/guy?! &lt;strong&gt;I would definitely consider dating him!&lt;/strong&gt; Here are two clues: He played one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teacher and spy in his previous past! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/2008/12/16/guess-who-hottie-or-child-molestor-or-both/"&gt;www.bestweekever.tv/2008/12/16/guess-who-hottie-or-child-molestor-or-both/&lt;/a&gt; to find out the answer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5243371031270376548?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5243371031270376548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5243371031270376548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5243371031270376548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5243371031270376548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/would-you-date-this-guy.html' title='Would You Date This Guy?!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SUnnYEDHGzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/64JU8ndZh_8/s72-c/Varty+playing+a+nerd_%2709+HS+movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1139302574915432647</id><published>2008-12-14T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:52:43.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Former Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Published Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="282" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1803/1803918i6yx8o7h39.gif" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, Christmas is in two weeks and I haven't done anything to prepare for it. At the moment, I'm scrambling to study for my final, which is this Thursday. Unfortunately, since I took a job at my school, I've had to cut back on making purchases. Ok, so I treated myself to two mini vacations and a few concerts this year, so of course I've already given myself several presents this year! The only person I've bought a gift for is my mother because she's always been there for me. My family and I say every year that we're going to pick names, so this year I pick my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love this time of year and Christmas is one of my favorite holidays, but now that I'm older, it just doesn't have the same meaning as it used to. I know many people tend to get depressed around this time of year and I'm trying so hard not to be one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; people. I think being in the company of other people, you tend not to think about it as much. This weekend, I went to lunch with a group of women, who I shared one thing in common with: we attended the same high school. In fact, the organizer of the luncheon is one of my brother's good friends. She and the other five women were two grades ahead of me, though they're just one year older than me (there's a story behind this that maybe I'll blog about one day). Even though I knew only two or three of these women, I was happy to be included in their group because you can never have enough new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A few days ago, something prompted me to read one of my local newspapers. As I read one of the articles, it mentioned the name of a high school football coach, who had recently lost his older brother. I immediately recognized the coach's name and as I read on further, I was shocked to find out that his older brother took his own life the day before Thanksgiving. You see, back in the summer of 1989, I had a crush on the older brother, "D". I met him at a popular store I used to shop at and would purposely go in every time I was in the area just so I could see him. I actually got the nerve to talk to him a few times and he seemed like a really nice guy. I'll never forget that he had hazel eyes! {What is it with my love for hazel eyes?!} "D" attended a rival high school in the neighboring city and had just graduated. We got to talking about school and he told me that he was attending college in the next county. I think this crush of mine went on for close to two years and of course I never admitted my feelings to him. One time when my brother &amp;amp; I were leaving the mall, which is where "D" worked, he was approaching us and I said something to the affect of, "Hey, how's it going?" and he responded back. Well, my brother would NOT let me live that line down because (1) I stole it from him and (2) he thought I was using it as a pick-up line towards "D"! My curiosity is bothering me because I want to find out what happened. What's ironic is that I have two close relatives that worked in the same organization as "D", so I'm sure they know something. What's really sad is that he had just celebrated his 37th birthday a few weeks prior and he left behind his wife and two young daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, last week I found out from my Journalism instructor that the profile I recently wrote about on my guidance counselor will be published in the school newspaper after we return from winter break, in January. Also, the short piece I wrote for the publication I just completed an internship with will be published in their January issue. Well, at least now I'll have more clippings to add to my writing portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Please enjoy this Christmas flashback from 1994. It's one of my favorite Xmas songs and this video is actually one of two versions, which I recently got to see for the 1st time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pA8UHeoYHQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pA8UHeoYHQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1139302574915432647?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1139302574915432647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1139302574915432647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1139302574915432647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1139302574915432647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4530053831804372458</id><published>2008-12-04T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:01:10.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Vartan'/><title type='text'>TV's 50 Hottest Hunks--Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STieJLS2YAI/AAAAAAAAASY/5ySdn_9Ozdg/s1600-h/Varty+on+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276140843952398338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STieJLS2YAI/AAAAAAAAASY/5ySdn_9Ozdg/s320/Varty+on+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the word is out. It seems I'm not the only one who thinks Michael Vartan is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Check out AOL.com's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TV's 50 Hottest Hunks--Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; list! It looks like Mr. Vartan made it to the Top 10! Other actors, such as David Hasselhoff, made the list, but I just can't figure out how they ended up on it, especially "The Hoff"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://television.aol.com/insidetv/2008/11/04/tvs-50-hottest-hunks-ever/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could kick myself for not being able to spend more time in LA last week! I was really hoping for a chance encounter with MV! ;) Oh how I love those hazel-eyed guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4530053831804372458?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4530053831804372458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4530053831804372458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4530053831804372458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4530053831804372458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/tvs-50-hottest-hunks-ever.html' title='TV&apos;s 50 Hottest Hunks--Ever'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STieJLS2YAI/AAAAAAAAASY/5ySdn_9Ozdg/s72-c/Varty+on+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-8280546322438512364</id><published>2008-12-01T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:14:26.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><title type='text'>My Vacation with New Kids on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STTVYsbDUZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bC-zU1JAV48/s1600-h/NKOTB+moving_LA+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275075683775893906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STTVYsbDUZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bC-zU1JAV48/s320/NKOTB+moving_LA+show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STTVD854C-I/AAAAAAAAASI/MxXQiE0S0Hs/s1600-h/NKOTB+in+black_LA+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STMf_waTjaI/AAAAAAAAARw/jcWNl1NW_RI/s1600-h/NKOTB+in+black_LA+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STMfg0Iw6AI/AAAAAAAAARo/k6LZagQVzE8/s1600-h/NKOTB+singing_LA+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a &lt;strong&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;! I actually got home from my vacation that morning &amp;amp; all I'll say is that I don't want to see another long line of people at the airport for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend M and I just spent 5 days vacationing in semi-sunny So Cal. We left San Francisco the day after my birthday (&lt;strong&gt;November 22nd&lt;/strong&gt;) and our flight was a bit delayed, so we didn't arrive in LA until 4:00 p.m. After we picked up our rental car, we drove right to our hotel, which was near LAX. We didn't do much on our first day, except drive to downtown LA to check-out where the Nokia Theatre was located. We then drove to the Beverly Center in Beverly Hills, which supposedly is this 8-level mall, though we only saw 4! Many celebs have been known to be spotted at the Beverly Center. We were there for about an hour and on our way out, I noticed this familiar looking guy having drinks with some friends: Dr. Travis Stork, formerly of ABC's "The Bachelor" fame and who now appears on the Fox TV show "The Doctors." That was the highlight of the night...well, that and ordering room service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 23rd:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one major highlight of our LA trip was that we had tickets to the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Music Awards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This was our first time attending the AMA's &amp;amp; all I kept thinking was it was so surreal that we were there! As we were waiting in line to get into the Nokia Theatre, I saw another former "Bachelor", Charlie O'Connell (younger brother of Jerry, also an actor) crossing the street with his off-again, now on-again girlfriend, who was also on the show. I also saw Ken Baker, a celebrity journalist, who now works for E! News. Ken walked right past me &amp;amp; I saw him once again when we were inside Nokia. I wish I would've gone up to him &amp;amp; asked him for some advice about the Journalism world. I'd love to do what he does for a living! Anyway, as we walked to our seats, my friend M said, "You did very well," which she was referring to the good aisle seats we had, which were in the Orchestra section, HH. As we waited, I receive 2 texts from two friends. As I'm trying to text one of them back, my friend (M) sitting next to me tells me to look up at the large TV screen or JumboTron: it's NKOTB being interviewed on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red Carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I wish we would've had time to stand near the Red Carpet, but unfortunately we were stuck inside waiting for the show to start. I surely didn't want them closing the doors on us! And because they didn't allow cameras inside, I didn't bring mine. I wish I would've just taken the risk of bringing it with me because we saw a few other people with theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By now it's 5:00 pm and the AMA's are starting. Christina Aguilera performs first and does an outstanding job, belting out a melody of her top hits. The second act to perform was none other than the New Kids! They performed a melody of 5 songs (which was similar to what they do in concert) and at one point, Donnie tells everyone to stand up and dance, so my friend and I, as well as many others, did just that! Once the show broke for a commercial or another artist and/or group would perform, I was checking to see if I could spot the guys in their seats. I believe they were seated towards the right-hand side, towards the front, which was on the other side of where we were seated. It was way too dark inside the theatre to see where they were. After the awards were over, we walked back about three blocks to our car and all we wanted to do now was to go back to our hotel and rest our feet because they were killing us! I also don't want to see a pair of short heels unless they come in the form of sandals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 24th:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave LA around 12:00 pm and begin our drive to San Diego. Suprisingly, we ended up taking the scenic route by accident and arrived in 1 1/2 hours, thanks to M's driving. I texted my cousin, who I was going to meet up with for dinner. I hadn't seen her in over 18 years, so I was looking forward to the reunion! M called her cousin, who now lives in SD, and we met up with him at his job, which is at the Hard Rock Cafe. We decided to kill some time before we picked up my niece at the airport (she was flying in to attend the concert with her sister &amp;amp; I), so we went to Horton Plaza, which is the 6-level mall across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up my niece at the aiport, M dropped us off at my other niece's apartment. I hadn't seen my oldest niece (my sister's daughter) in a few months, so it was good to see her again. M &amp;amp; I agreed that we'd meet at the restaurant where her cousin worked at to have dinner. At the last minute, my cousin texted me telling me that she wasn't going to make it. We proceeded to having dinner and I ended up ordering a Pomegranate Martini, which I had never tasted before. Let me just say that it was very good, but after a little while, I could tell it was finally kicking in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner proceeded and unbenownst to me, my friend M ordered me an ice-cream sundae to celebrate my birthday, which had been 3 days prior. I ended up getting sung Happy Birthday to since there was no way I was going to stand up on top of our table and be humiliated! I must say that I have never tasted a sundae that yummy! After dinner, we walked back to the mall and then went our separate ways until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 25th:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend M &amp;amp; I headed for the SD Airport to pick-up our friend T, who was flying in from San Jose. As soon as we picked her up, we went looking for the guys at Cox Arena, which is located on SDSU's campus, which is quite a beautiful campus. I wish I would've had the time to take a tour of it, which is where I'd like to attend school. Maybe next time. We arrived in the back of the venue around 10:00 or 10:30 am and already noticed 8 other women there! I noticed an online friend of mine there from Arizona, who happens to have several NKOTB tattoos all over her legs! We spoke for about 10 minutes and she told me that she'd been there since 6:00 am. She said she didn't have tickets, but she wanted to see if she could get some FACE TIME with Donnie &amp;amp; the other guys. After seeing 3 tour buses parked inside the venue, it didn't look like any of The Kids were on there or were coming out, so we left after 1 1/2 hours. We went back to my niece's apartment and picked up my other niece so we could go have lunch at this Mexican restaurant I had heard about on my hometown &lt;strong&gt;guy&lt;/strong&gt;'s Food Network TV show, "Diners, Drive-ins &amp;amp; Dives." By the way, that friend from Arizona got lucky and succeeded with her mission because at around 5:00 pm--which was about 7 hours later from when I saw her--the guys started arriving and she got a photo taken with Donnie, though he was on the other side of the gate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T, M and I parted ways again because they had to be back at the venue at 4:30 pm since they had 5* VIP. My 2 nieces &amp;amp; I didn't arrive at the venue until about 6:30. We noticed the local news there and watched the cameraman pan his videocamera up and down the line where we all were standing. When we finally made it inside the venue, I went straight to the merchandise table, but unfortunately the track jacket I wanted was all sold-out. My nieces bought me a belated birthday gift, which was a t-shirt with all the tour dates. :) We finally made it into the arena and found our seats. The entire time leading up to this event, I told my nieces I had a surprise for them, which was that our floor seats--which weren't close to the main stage--were right next to the&lt;strong&gt; B&lt;/strong&gt; stage, which is the rotating stage the guys perform 3 - 4 songs on. The show went on as planned, with Lady GaGa as the opening act, then proceeded by Natasha Bedingfield, whose music I absolutely love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had warned the girls sitting right to the left of us, who were closest to the &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; stage, that the guys were going to come back near us during the show. However, I didn't expect a very large group of people to gather &amp;amp; surround the B stage about 4 songs into the show. :( Obviously, these other people had been to other shows or knew what to expect, so there was NO way me &amp;amp; my nieces, who are all height-challenged, were going to get right in front of the stage. Of course, the venue's security laxed, but they certainly had a problem with people videotaping portions of the show. Well, the two women who sat next to us were happy to oblige and let me stand right in front of them, while my nieces stood on top of their chairs and took pics of the guys while they took this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of the best highlights from the SD show were when the guys were on the B stage. I raised a small cardboard sign I had made only hours earlier and hoped it would catch Jon's attention. Well, it worked because he actually saw it, acknowledged it, and mouthed the words, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" :) The other highlight came during the end of their song "Click, Click, Click". When the song ends, they stand still and pose for the camera, which is then displayed on the JumboTron. Well, usually--as Joey explains--Jonathan doesn't have to do anything except stand there because he's so good-looking, but this night was exceptionally special because &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; one expected Jon to do what he did: he placed both hands on his...ummm...package! I guess the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Shy One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; isn't so shy after all! Of course he won the pose-off for that night! As usual, Jon did his booty dance, which is always a favorite of mine! Two hours &amp;amp; fifteen minutes later, the show was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first NKOTB show my nieces got to attend (they're 25 &amp;amp; 23 years old). I asked them how they liked it &amp;amp; they told me that they really enjoyed themselves, but they both agreed that it's worth paying the extra $$ for 5* VIP, which enables you to get a seat within the first 10 rows. You see, all 3 of us are height-callenged, so we need to see what's going on at all times! Well, things haven't changed because I got my nieces hooked on attending some future NKOTB concerts with me! Well, I'm looking forward to doing this again tomorrow, with having had only 4 1/2 hours of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 26th:&lt;/strong&gt; I had to get up at 4:15 am because we had to drop off our friend T at the airport at 5:00. We left SD and arrived in LA around 10:00 am and decided to go have breakfast first. I called my friend M2 and checked to see what her plans were for that morning. She wasn't going to be able to meet me until the show that night, which was fine. After breakfast, we drove to Beverly Hills because we wanted to try to find Sprinkles, which is this cool, little cafe that sells delicious cupcakes. It's a fixture in LA &amp;amp; they've now started opening more shops throughout California. My friend, M2, warned me that we should get there early because sometimes there are long lines (she knows from experience since she works near there). Well, we ended up finding the place, but had a hard time finding parking. We kept passing several parking structures, but M never wanted to pull into any of them. We ended up parking in an underground structure with valet service (we should've just gone with a garage off the street that had NO valet). Unfortunately, we got lost in the little shopping center that houses the garage, until I finally noticed the street! We walked for about 3 blocks and somehow lost sight of where we were. We ended up just leaving and decided to drive towards the Nokia Theatre. We didn't see much happening, so we left back to our hotel to rest a little bit so that we'd be ready for the show that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked the weather forecast before I left for So Cal &amp;amp; it said that there'd be a slight chance of showers. Well, it certainly came down in LA on our last night there. I was inside out hotel room when I noticed it pouring outside. By the time we left the hotel and headed towards downtown for the show, it was just sprinkling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one downfall of any big city is the traffic &amp;amp; LA is no exception. Before we headed out that night, I asked the hotel clerk if she knew of a shorter route so we wouldn't have to take the freeway. Thank goodness she found an easier way to get to Nokia and it only took us 20 minutes. As we walked out of the parking garage, I found several people gathered across from where the tour buses were parked. We wanted to get in line, so we headed towards the front of the venue. More people gradually came &amp;amp; started lining up and at 7:00 they let us all in. Yet again, I didn't find my track jacket, so I guess it wasn't meant to be. We found our seats, which I already had an idea as to where we were sitting. Our seats were in the Orchestra section again, only this time we were in the &lt;strong&gt;8th row&lt;/strong&gt;, which actually felt like 5th row! We were very close to the stage! We certainly lucked out with our seats, but a few of my friends did even better because they had front row (most of them bought 5* VIP)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the LA show went on without a hitch! There were a few special highlights, like when Jon took the videocamera and started filming the audience. Well, he spotted me and once again I saw myself on the JumboTron (I have a friend who witnessed seeing me again)! And I didn't even have to wear my lucky t-shirt! The other highlight came during the Click pose off. My friend C, who was in the front row, handed Joey a note and it said that we (the audience) wanted to sing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to Jon! This was planned out for weeks by several fans on the forums and we all finally made it happen! So we all sang to Jon and each one of their back-up dancers gave him a hug, as well as each of the guys. When it was Donnie's turn to give Jon a hug, he gave him a kiss on the lips--which Jon was NOT expecting at all--and a pat on his behind! It was all done in fun {they're like brothers since these two, along with Danny, have known each other since the 1st grade}, but it was such a hilarious moment! Since there was no room for the &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; stage at Nokia, they had the guys run through one specific aisle on the opposite side of us (I was really hoping they'd come by me) &amp;amp; finished off one of their songs in the Loge section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told just before Lady GaGa performed that 98 Degree singers and brothers Nick and Drew Lachey, along with Nick's girlfriend (entertainment reporter Vanessa Minnillo) &amp;amp; Drew's wife, were also in the audience. I hope they're not thinking about a reunion tour because I think it's too soon for them to be getting back together! There was also a rumor that Batman star Christian Bale was in the audience. This could only happen in LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I had such a great time! We left with some fond memories of all the shows we were able to attend. As the new NKOTB song goes it's "Officially Over." Well, for at least a few months. I've been hearing rumors that the guys will be touring again next summer, which at least two of the guys have actually confirmed. A reliable source told me that they'll be coming back to Cali in the spring, which I hope is true! Unfortunately, that doesn't give me enough time to recuperate financially (ha, ha)! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those, who weren't able to attend a New Kids shows this year, "Get your mind right," as Donnie Wahlberg would say, and start saving up for next year because I guarantee you'll have a GREAT time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a few special moments from these 2 concerts I was fortunate to attend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a highlight from the San Diego show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1ZkVZbJ9aQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1ZkVZbJ9aQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the highlight from the LA show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOw632OXWuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOw632OXWuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-8280546322438512364?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8280546322438512364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=8280546322438512364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8280546322438512364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8280546322438512364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-vacation-with-new-kids-on-block.html' title='My Vacation with New Kids on the Block'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STTVYsbDUZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bC-zU1JAV48/s72-c/NKOTB+moving_LA+show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5728785101363017210</id><published>2008-11-30T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:53:01.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Michael!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STNQZ9DKAkI/AAAAAAAAASA/zyVGgeR_rJM/s1600-h/Michael+Vartan_stuble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274647995395736130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STNQZ9DKAkI/AAAAAAAAASA/zyVGgeR_rJM/s320/Michael+Vartan_stuble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, I've been a very bad girl! Having just returned from my trip Thanksgiving morning, I forgot to wish a Happy (Belated) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;40th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Birthday to &lt;a href="http://www.michael-vartan.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Michael Vartan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, whose birthday was on &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 27th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Just like with Jonathan Knight, I can't believe Michael is 40! He too has aged like fine wine and I'm pretty sure his secret is that he doesn't take himself too seriously, despite his fame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know one Michael project I'm looking forward to and that's his new comedy titled "Demoted," which is scheduled for release in 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave you with one last thought to ponder. What is it about these Sagittarius men that make them so darn attractive?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6UpDIxfJ0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6UpDIxfJ0c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5728785101363017210?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5728785101363017210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5728785101363017210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5728785101363017210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5728785101363017210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-michael.html' title='Happy Birthday Michael!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STNQZ9DKAkI/AAAAAAAAASA/zyVGgeR_rJM/s72-c/Michael+Vartan_stuble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3650376532861744174</id><published>2008-11-30T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:20:52.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jonathan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/target=http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Graphics" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/agespecificbirthday/agespecificbirthday40.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STM488JHtaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n0WAH2cSpMk/s1600-h/Jon+%26+Joey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274622208168670626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STM488JHtaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n0WAH2cSpMk/s320/Jon+%26+Joey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad girl for not having posted this yesterday (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nov. 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), which is actually &lt;a href="http://www.jonathan-knight.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jonathan Knight's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;birthday! I still can't believe he's celebrating this milestone. He's definitely aged quite well and if that's what 40 looks like, then where do I sign up?! I think his secret to aging so gracefully is that he laughs a lot and seeing how goofy the guys act on &amp;amp; off-stage, it certainly is working for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that he flew to Mexico on his special day because the guys are performing three shows there before they take the next few weeks off in December and then start their European tour in early January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I was able to attend the last two &lt;a href="http://www.nkotb.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;shows in Southern California. I will tell you all about it in my next blog, which also reveals a little moment I had with the birthday boy in honor of his special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Mr. Knight again in '09! And this time I promise I'll be more gutsy and will say more than four words to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a tune by the birthday boy himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOqONN19x1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOqONN19x1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3650376532861744174?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3650376532861744174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3650376532861744174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3650376532861744174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3650376532861744174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-jonathan.html' title='Happy Birthday Jonathan!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/STM488JHtaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n0WAH2cSpMk/s72-c/Jon+%26+Joey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7289288478740881291</id><published>2008-11-21T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:18:04.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Another Year Older &amp; My Last Adventure for '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/birthday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="birthday Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r261/fashion_baby24/graphics/birthday.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270213097094316546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SSOO45brAgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/z8E930L8l04/s320/The+Kids+in+confetti_May+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's that time of year again when I can add another laugh line or wrinkle to my face. Yes, I celebrate another birthday! I can honestly say that this year has been like a roller coaster...I've had a few ups and downs. I had a little health scare in early August, but thank God it was just a false alarm. I was laid off in early January, which put me in a funk the next few months. Not long after did I hear a rumor that a certain 80's singing group, who I loved as a teen, was reuniting. Once the rumors were true, my life started getting a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that group, as you know, I was fortunate to have met them twice this year. Will it be 3rd times the charm come next week? Whatever is meant to happen will happen. Unfortunately, I don't have VIP tickets this time around, but I do have great seats! My friend M and I are headed to Southern California to see the last two shows: San Diego on Nov. 25th &amp;amp; LA on the 26th. We leave for LA on the 22nd, attend a special event {I'll fill you in on the details later} on the 23rd, and will then drive down to San Diego &amp;amp; stay with my niece on the 24th. My other niece is flying in on the 24th and she, her sister and I will be attending the SD show together, while my friends T &amp;amp; M will in the VIP section. My nieces have NEVER been to an NKOTB concert and I can't wait to tell them the surprise on the day of the show: our seats are right next to the &lt;strong&gt;B Stage&lt;/strong&gt;! This is the rotating stage in back of the arena, where the guys will head to in the middle of the show and will perform a few songs. I'm going to do my best to catch Jonathan's attention again because, after all, his birthday is on the 29th! Finally, M &amp;amp; I drive back to LA on the 26th to see the guys for the last time this year. I'm going to be so sad when it's all over. Well, at least I have something to look forward to for next summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really intend to enjoy myself during my little vacation/adventure. I'm going to meet up with a few other Blockhead friends--some from the Bay Area &amp;amp; others from So Cal--at both shows. Then hopefully on the last day we're in town, three LA friends and I are planning on getting together to celebrate our fabulous November birthdays! :) Hey, who knows. Maybe I'll run into &lt;a href="http://www.michael-vartan.net/"&gt;Michael Vartan &lt;/a&gt;while I'm in LA. That would totally make my year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Details to follow upon my return, on Thanksgiving Day. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7289288478740881291?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7289288478740881291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7289288478740881291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7289288478740881291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7289288478740881291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year-older-my-last-adventure.html' title='Another Year Older &amp; My Last Adventure for &apos;08'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r261/fashion_baby24/graphics/th_birthday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4891398875289105062</id><published>2008-11-04T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:35:04.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election 2008'/><title type='text'>History has been made!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SREfW9cQeUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2l3zybybV8Y/s1600-h/Barack+Obama_Hope-Progress+pic_JRK%27s+tshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265023918683486530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SREfW9cQeUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2l3zybybV8Y/s320/Barack+Obama_Hope-Progress+pic_JRK%27s+tshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't normally like to discuss politics, but I just couldn't let this pass. I actually got emotional while watching the people of Chicago hear the news of the projected winner. I just wanted to say &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the next &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-elect &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;of the United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History has definitely been made and hopefully "our time for change has come"! Even though Obama's grandmother passed away yesterday &amp;amp; didn't get to see her grandson make history, I believe she already knew the outcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4891398875289105062?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4891398875289105062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4891398875289105062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4891398875289105062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4891398875289105062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/11/history-has-been-made.html' title='History has been made!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SREfW9cQeUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2l3zybybV8Y/s72-c/Barack+Obama_Hope-Progress+pic_JRK%27s+tshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-6590347768570524298</id><published>2008-11-02T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:13:20.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life changes'/><title type='text'>Pondering My Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SQ4lxcmPU8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/mdz7qbOPYfc/s1600-h/Changes+saying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264186545863087042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SQ4lxcmPU8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/mdz7qbOPYfc/s320/Changes+saying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every year as my birthday approaches, I get these feelings of changes I'd like to make in my life. I keep asking myself, "What have I accomplished with my life thus far?" Well, for starters, I'm still in college, I'm at a job I don't care to be at, and I'm still single. To me, that doesn't seem like much. Ok, so maybe I'm starting my midlife crisis a little early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream many years ago was to go away to college and major in Communications/Media Studies. I always had aspirations of attending school in L.A. &amp;amp; when I told my mother this back then, she made it clear that she didn't want me living in a big city because I would never be able to defend myself if something terrible happened. Oh, and btw, yes, I inherited my anxiety problems from my parents. So for that matter, that's why I never moved away from the area I grew up in. :( As I approach my mid-30's and am getting closer to 40 (might I add that I still have a few years left 'til this major milestone), I feel I haven't accomplished anything in my life. Yes, I'd love to have another story or two published, but many publishers don't wish to give new writers a chance; therefore, that's why I need to continue with college. But who can live off a measly salary with the constant reminder of feeling used, yet cannot utilize her talent, her life experiences, nor her skills she went to school for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a conversation with my college guidance counselor, who I was interviewing for another article for my Journalism class. We started talking about jobs and I told her I was looking for a new one. She told me that they're going to be hiring soon in her department and that they needed someone bilingual. I told her to look no further because I'm the right person for the job! I checked back with her the following week regarding the job posting &amp;amp; she told me that the woman in charge of this hadn't posted it yet, but she'd let me know if anything happens. Well, it's been two weeks now and I haven't heard anything. I plan on contacting my counselor's co-worker to ask about the job &amp;amp; let her know I'm very interested! The problem with trying to find a permanent job on-campus is that the college takes FOREVER to either post the job or make a final decision. I'm not holding my breath. I recently applied for another on-campus job in another department, which would allow me the flexibility to continue with school &amp;amp; is a permanent position. Coincidentally, I have a job interview with this department this Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dilemma I'm currently facing is making the decision to return to work full-time. YES, I need the $$, but this will further delay my schooling. The college I'm attending only offers selected courses at night and/or online. This is why I'm hesitating in seeking full-time employment. Then there's still the matter of wanting to move away from this county--which has now become a tourist trap--to Southern California to pursue my dreams. I'm hopeful that I'd be able to find something in one of the industries I want to get in to, but I think in order to get where I want to be, I need to continue with my education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the reason I'm getting stressed out over my future is because I want everything to happen now! Call me an overachiever, but I've always been goal-oriented. However, it's taken me several years to work through some obstacles that were associated with continuing with my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of goals, several years ago during a trip to L.A., I got a little discouraged after I had spoken to this girl, who was working at a famous TV/movie studio. I asked her how she got her job and she said that she had a friend in the biz, who she networked with &amp;amp; got her the job, which was an entry level position. I know I'd have to start somewhere, but I'm willing to take that chance as long as I can afford to pay to have a roof over my head! If I plan on moving, I'm going to have to start saving $ to make the move. Unfortunately, I don't see this happening until I get a good paying job &amp;amp; am there at least two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there's the problem of not having that special someone in my life. :( To be honest, I haven't really placed a lot of effort into going out &amp;amp; meeting new people other than the ones I've met at school. I'm either too busy or don't have anyone to go out with to be looking. Actually, my biggest complaints are that there aren't enough good quality men that meet my standards (i.e. single, smart, good-looking, holds down a job, has NO kids, is goal-oriented, has a full head of hair, and has a similar background, etc.) nor that live in my area. Also, I don't want to date someone under the age of 32 nor over the age of 41! I recently was speaking to a co-worker of mine, who's been married for over 30 years &amp;amp; has children my age. She told me a while back she had visited her daughter in Arizona &amp;amp; noticed one thing: There were plenty of men available in AZ! I've been to AZ twice, but didn't get a chance to meet anyone while I was down there. It's a nice state (I love Sedona) to visit, but it's just too dang HOT there! It reminds me of the Southern Cal town where my parents were raised, where every summer, the temperatures reach up to 120 degrees! That's one of the reasons why my parents moved to Northern Cal. I think I'll pass on Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll continue to keep searching for answers and pray that I'll come to a decision about my future one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-6590347768570524298?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6590347768570524298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=6590347768570524298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6590347768570524298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6590347768570524298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/11/pondering-my-future.html' title='Pondering My Future'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SQ4lxcmPU8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/mdz7qbOPYfc/s72-c/Changes+saying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-6310005866200452290</id><published>2008-10-17T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:40:06.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting NKOTB'/><title type='text'>My 2 Nights with New Kids on the Block!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SPl0353F_6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/HecqXrVuGGM/s1600-h/5+Bad+Brothers+from+Beantown+Land.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258362543705292706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SPl0353F_6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/HecqXrVuGGM/s320/5+Bad+Brothers+from+Beantown+Land.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SPbXcwWNp3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0U-fI8ylzkg/s1600-h/5+Bad+Brothers+from+Beantown+Land.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still feeling like I'm on Cloud 9 after last Thursday &amp;amp; Friday's New Kids concerts! The shows were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BLOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt; {Yep, I made up this word!} &amp;amp; amazing! I know ALL two of you have been waiting so patiently for an update of what happened last week, so here it is--hot off the presses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Heather, her friend T, and I had 4* VIP tickets, which guaranteed us seats within the first 20 rows. Well, my friend M had 5* VIP because she waited too late to buy 5* for the San Jose show, which was the following day. We arrived in Sac around 3:15 and waited to meet up with Heather's friend T &amp;amp; our friend Megan, who lives in our area. Well, Megan was still stuck in traffic, so we drove up the street to ARCO Arena, which is where we had to drop-off M because she had check-in for VIP at 4:45 pm. Before we walked to the box office, there were these group of women, who were getting instructions from some ILAA reps (the company that handled the VIP tixs) &amp;amp; we thought this was where Maria had to line-up. No, it was the line for the soundcheck! The people who got invited to soundcheck were some lucky radio station winners. Our local radio stations pretty much suck when it comes to taking requests &amp;amp; playing new music. Grrr....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while M was in line, we chatted with another Blockhead, who I had met in Burbank, but who's also from the Bay Area. She's pretty cool, as is most of the Blockheads I got to meet. So we ended up going back &amp;amp; forth between the venue and Heather's car until it was time for the venue to open. I finally decided to change into my special t-shirt, which I had made for the concert! Donnie coined the phrase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FACE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so I chose to use it, but decided to add another touch to it so it'd have a double meaning! Anyway, I thought to myself, "What are the chances that my shirt would catch &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; of the guy's attention?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7:00 pm, we were allowed to finally go inside the venue. The first place Heather, T &amp;amp; I head for was the merchandise stand. I resisted buying the official NKOTB track jacket I've seen Jon wear, and the blue/black t-shirt with all the tour dates on it. Maybe I'll get them next time. After making our purchases of just the tour program (a must have and a collector's item), we left to go find our seats. This was my 2nd time at ARCO Arena, but I had never been there for a concert. The venue is huge by my standards, but fairly small compared to others. So the usher walked us to our seats, which we find are in the 8th row!! Heather, T, and I couldn't believe the great seats we had! I asked if I could sit on the aisle since I'm height challenged! I actually had a great view of the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the show, I got to chat for a few minutes &amp;amp; take pics with a distant cousin of mine, who I connected with through two social networking/NKOTB related sites. Not only do we share our love for the New Kids, but we also share the same last name! However, she's managed to have found some small fame after having kissed Donnie onstage at an L.A. event this past summer! At least one of us has to be the Daring One! ;) The VIPs at the Sac Meet &amp;amp; Greet lucked out because after the guys took group pictures with them (including my friends M &amp;amp; Megan), the guys mingled with the fans, which consisted of about 70 people! I wish I would've known months back that I could've switched my VIP ticket from San Jose to Sac! Then I would've chatted up a storm with Jon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening acts for the guys were Lady Gaga and Natasha Bedingfield. I had never heard of Lady Gaga 'til about 2 months ago when a friend of mine had LG's song &lt;em&gt;Just Dance&lt;/em&gt; posted on her web page. I love that song! LG's costumes were a bit strange, but she sang well &amp;amp; was on for about 30 minutes. Then it was Natasha Bedingfield's turn to take the stage. Let me just say that I absolutely love Natasha's music! I think she writes her songs with me in mind! J/K! Seriously, her song &lt;em&gt;Unwritten&lt;/em&gt; practically explains my life! NB puts on a GREAT show and she also sang for about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, it's 9:00 pm and we're ready for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The concert starts and we're screaming our lungs off! They first play their new song &lt;em&gt;Single&lt;/em&gt;, which I love! The next song they sing is one of my all-time favorites &amp;amp; it's &lt;em&gt;My Favorite Girl&lt;/em&gt;! As the show progressed, it just got even better! The Sac show was considered their "goof off" show because the guys were cracking each other up and having fun with the small crowd! During the middle of the show, the guys took to another stage in the back of the floor section, which is called the &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stage&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a round, rotating stage that let's you see all angles while they're singing &amp;amp; dancing. You are quite a lucky person if you're seated by this stage because the guys are right up in front of your face! So I quietly walked over towards the &lt;strong&gt;B Stage&lt;/strong&gt;, which other people were also doing. I was afraid security was going to tell me to clear the aisle, but thank goodness they didn't because I'm NOT a threat to anyone! So the guys are doing their thing on this stage as I try my best to get some clear, non-action pics of the guys. I did manage to get a few good ones, especially of Jon's...uh...hmm...good side! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the concert progressed, Danny &amp;amp; Jon get ready for their little contribution to the show. This is where Lady Gaga comes out again &amp;amp; sings &lt;em&gt;Just Dance&lt;/em&gt; while Danny motions to the crowd. It's at this time where Jon picks up the video camera and starts to film the audience. During this time, I thought that I needed to take a pic while Jon is doing this, so I moved up a few steps. Just as he picked up the camera &amp;amp; pointed it to the crowd, the next thing I see is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my face and t-shirt on the JumboTron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! My friend J, who flew in from LA with 4 other friends--including my distant cousin--texted me at the end of the night &amp;amp; told me she saw me on the big screen! My other new friend, S, also told me that she saw me too! This (k)night ended on a high note! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only negative aspects of the show were the drunk, obnoxious women. This woman tried to start a fight with another woman, who sat right in front of me. Thank God security stood between them because I didn't want the obnoxious one to ruin our night! And people were spilling their beer. Alcohol + hormonal women = Bad combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so...exhausted by the end of the concert--which lasted 2 hours--that we didn't wait around to send the guys off in their tour buses. We then headed home, which was still a 2 hour drive. I got home around 2:30 am and was so tired! It was time for me to go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knighty-knight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I had to get up in a couple of hours to get ready for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Concert #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now D-day, Friday, October 10th, the day my 4 fellow Blockheads &amp;amp; I get to meet NKOTB! Ok, so I already got to meet them in August, but now it was going to be with my new Blockhead friends! We left Sonoma County around 12:30 because we wanted to arrive early in San Jose. I found out that my friends T, A &amp;amp; K were at the HP Pavilion in the morning and got to meet Donnie &amp;amp; take some pics with him! :) So my 5 friends (Megan joined us because her friend had an extra 5*) &amp;amp; I arrived in SJ around 3:00 pm and my friend M (aka partner-n-crime for all NKOTB shenanigans) calls me to ask if we're going to the fan meet-up, which was being held at a nearby restaurant. I told her it was unlikely because we needed to be at the venue in another 1 or so. I desperately needed to find a restroom too because "Aunt Flow" decided to come on the wrong day. :( An hour or so later, Megan &amp;amp; I met up with the other 4 girls and I also get to meet my friend Amy, who drove in from Salinas with another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started lining up outside the HP Pavilion what seemed like an eternity! We waited 'til the ILAA rep gave us instructions. A few days earlier, we had heard a rumor that the San Jose VIP group was going to be small, like it was for Sac. Nope, we had about 200 VIPs! :( So at this point, we're waiting in the cold, windy weather until they checked us in &amp;amp; allowed us inside the venue. Around this time, I saw Zach, who is the guys' assistant and who Donnie has explained is in charge of backstage passes. If any person should desire some &lt;strong&gt;FACE TIME&lt;/strong&gt; with Donnie or the guys, you need to show your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FACE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; t-shirts or posters. I had my t-shirt in my hand, but wasn't wearing it since I had worn it the night before. I also saw Robo, the Kids bodyguard of 20 years. Intimidating guy, but I'm sure he's a softie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they let us in! We then go into the VIP room and find ourselves a table. Two girls from Modesto decided to join us &amp;amp; it turns out they're in our picture group (really nice girls). We chat for a bit and it's during this time that Robo gives his speech on the rules, which I had missed part of since I had gone to the ladies room. Moments later, the ILAA reps &amp;amp; bodyguards called our groups one by one according to our assigned letters. I was in the &lt;strong&gt;E &lt;/strong&gt;group, so it was our turn to stand in line &amp;amp; wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that it went by way too fast &amp;amp; was all a blur, just like the Burbank signing was. We were about to meet the guys, who were behind a black curtain. The first person I saw lined up was Jon! Next was Joey, followed by Jordan, Danny &amp;amp; Donnie. So they saved the best for last because I was the last one in our line or maybe it was because I was the oldest one there! Anyway, I don't know how I managed to sneak it in, but I brought in with me a small gift taped to a funny 40th b-day card for Jon. I was at a loss for words AGAIN because as I approached him, I said to him, "This is for you!" I think he said thank you and and then gave me this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LONG, GREAT, BIG hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Why does this man have this power over me?! Why couldn't have I at least introduced myself to him?! Mind you, I was still trying to block out of my mind what he had just said to the girl in front of me {something about her eyes}, who took my place kneeling down next to him in our group pic. Damn that woman &amp;amp; me for not thinking fast enough! Blame it on not having eaten much for the past two days. After Jon hugged me, I went to Joey with those gorgeous baby blues, which I was too shy to look into! We exchanged hellos and he hugged me. Sorry to say this, but he doesn't give the greatest hugs. Next was Jordan, who I said hello to &amp;amp; got a hug from (his nose looked red, so I assumed he was sick). He put the same amount of strength into my hug as Joey did. At this time, Robo is rushing everyone &amp;amp; I hadn't even gotten to the Double D's (Danny &amp;amp; Donnie) yet! So I give Danny a quick hug &amp;amp; say hello. Might I add that Danny is built like a truck! His "guns" are big! Last, but definitely not least, is the charismatic Donnie, who by this time I believe took off his sunglasses. He opens his arms and gives me a hug. After a few seconds, I let go because I feel as though I'm being rushed by security and he says this to me, "Where you going? Don't be shy. Come here." Next thing I know, he reels me in for another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GREAT, BIG, LONG hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! No wonder he's my #2 guy! :)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Ok, so I have a few seconds to quickly chat, so I remembered my friend wanted me to ask him if he had received the red Boston baseball cap she gave him the night before at the Sac M&amp;amp;G {I had gone with her to find a gift for him and I ended up picking out something I didn't think he had. I even left some of my DNA on it since she asked me to try it on for size!}. I don't remember what Donnie said, but leave it to me to put my friend's needs first before my own! So then I show him my t-shirt, in which I told him it had a double meaning to it! I think the next thing I said to Donnie was that I was on the JumboTron last night when Jon was filming! As he sees my t-shirt, he then points to Jon, who somehow managed to sneak up behind me to be the last one in the receiving line, in front of Donnie! So I quickly show Jon my t-shirt, he smiles at it, gives this silent laugh and then gives me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;another great, big hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :) Just like that, the M&amp;amp;G is over. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I have such a hard time talking to Jon, but not to Donnie?! The days &amp;amp; weeks leading up to the SJ show, I had really put a lot of thought into what I was going to say to Jon &amp;amp; the other guys. As my friend M explained it, "It's like that crush you had on that guy in high school. You were just too shy to talk to him." It just all happened so fast! I want a 3rd chance and this time I will talk to Jon! Maybe it'll happen at the last Cali shows next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there was so many 5* VIP at the Meet &amp;amp; Greet, the guys didn't mingle with us, which I was BUMMED about. So they all left the room one by one. First it was Joey, who left us with a few parting words. I can't remember what though, but I do recall he said he was going to swear, but then noticed one or two children in the room. Then Danny waved &amp;amp; left. Next was Donnie. However, Donnie came back a 2nd or 3rd time to wave good-bye to us again! After Donnie left, then Jordan followed with this playful facial-pointing gesture. Last, but certainly NOT least, was Jon, who had come out from behind the curtain eating a Twix bar (yummy, just like him!). He stopped &amp;amp; motioned to us, in VIP, to wait (like we were going anywhere!). Then he went back behind the curtain to bring back with him the gift &amp;amp; card some really NICE woman (yes, the one from &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) gave him! Jon got a hold of the bullhorn that was on the table &amp;amp; started speaking, but in a soft spoken voice. I didn't know exactly what was going on since I was in the middle/back of the room &amp;amp; had trouble hearing because of all the commotion. Next thing I know is that he raises the card up to show everyone and starts reading part of it (I don't know where the gift is at this point). I look up and I said to my friends, "Oh my gosh! That's the card I gave him!" Then people started singing &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt; to him. I think he said something like it wasn't his birthday yet (it's on Nov. 29th, but I didn't buy another VIP tix, so that's why I gave it to him early). I was probably like 15 feet away from him when all this happened. Another person who was there and closer to where Jon had stood, said that he got a little emotional and had heard him say that that was the first 40th b-day card anyone had given to him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time for the concert and we still don't know where our seats are. All we know is that they're within the first 10 rows. An usher takes us to our chairs and we're in total shock! We find out that S, N &amp;amp; I are in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2nd row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;YAHOO!!&lt;/strong&gt; I have never been seated that close to the stage! I guess it pays to buy your tickets right when the presale starts! My friend Heather &amp;amp; her friend K, thought they weren't going to get good seats because their ticket stub said something different. Boy, were they wrong because they ended up with front row on the opposite side of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started with a bang and only got better! Lady Gaga went on first, then followed 30 minutes later by Natashca Bedingfield. At 9:00 pm, The Kids took to the stage to do their thing! I can't remember which song it was they were singing, but Jon took to the right side of the stage (which is the same place he always took back in the day) when suddenly I see him looking down and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;smiling at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and I have a witness, who can verify this!)! I quickly snapped my camera &amp;amp; took the pic! Unfortunately, I had the stupid zoom on, so the pic came out blurry/distorted! I need to fix this so it doesn't happen to me again next month. By the way, my 2 nieces &amp;amp; I have Floor seats for the San Diego show. They don't know this, but our seats are right next to the &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stage&lt;/strong&gt;!! :) Boy, are they going to be in for a real treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Concert&lt;/span&gt; #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And yesterday my friends &amp;amp; I got confirmation from a radio interview Danny did last week, that there WILL be a tour next summer! :) &lt;strong&gt;YEAH!!&lt;/strong&gt; My friends &amp;amp; I cannot wait! I better start saving up my $$ now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my 2 night adventure with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;New Kids on the Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! If you have never seen them in concert, go see them NOW! It's nothing like when we were teens, of course! If you don't have the new album/CD, go out and buy it NOW! The guys do sing a lot of their old songs, but you may catch them doing an old step or two too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a few spoilers from the shows I went to! 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About an hour or so later, as I was on my way to the library, I looked down in front of me and noticed something green. Someone had dropped some cash on the ground, so I looked around me and picked up! I instantly placed it inside my purse without even counting it and continued walking. I thought I had found $11 because it was all wadded up. When I came home and took the money out of my purse, it turned out to be $15! Ok, this is the third best day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I keep finding money and I'm intending that it means that only good things will be happening to me soon! I recently applied for a new job, which I didn't get, so I'm hoping that this is a sign that either something I wanted is just around the corner or that it'll be coming to me in the near future! Only time will tell and I'm trying to think positive thoughts all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's help this good fortune will help me get some solo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FACE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Thursday, at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Concert #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I'll be competing for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FACE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Donnie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; on Friday, at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Concert #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, with about 199 Blockheads! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5634189662560680376?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5634189662560680376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5634189662560680376' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5634189662560680376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5634189662560680376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-fortune-part-ii.html' title='Good fortune - Part II'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SOwcDL1eFeI/AAAAAAAAAPI/j1wbBZIq1YU/s72-c/Cash+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5132888553841161777</id><published>2008-10-03T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:32:18.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange people'/><title type='text'>Awkward Moment</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning as I left my Journalism class, I stopped by this little hut at my school that sells snacks. As I approached the cashier, this woman in a black trench coat, who seemed rather strange to begin with, asked me, "What Victoria Secret perfume are you wearing?" I looked at her and replied, "I'm not wearing any perfume!" After I said this, she proceeds to get a closer to me and takes a wiff! I can't believe how STRANGE this woman was! First I thought she was just hanging around campus and had no where to go, but it turns out she is a student. I hope I never run into her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown begins TODAY for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Concert Week! Just 6 more days until &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concert #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is Thursday, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Concert #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is on Friday, which is actually the day I get to reunite with Jonathan again! All I'll say is that NO one better get in my way of asking him for a hug! Oh, and if he wants to give me a kiss, I won't shy away or say no! ;) Hey, he gave away one or two pecks on the cheek to some Canadian fans, so hopefully he'll still have some more LOVE left in him for this Cali girl! So excited! Details to follow next weekend! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5132888553841161777?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5132888553841161777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5132888553841161777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5132888553841161777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5132888553841161777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/10/awkward-moment.html' title='Awkward Moment'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2621259205419419781</id><published>2008-09-22T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:54:44.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Networking'/><title type='text'>Could life get any better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNXcvbtwKaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sFRMT7EhlMU/s1600-h/Life+is+good+clipart+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248343648221800866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="113" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNXcvbtwKaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sFRMT7EhlMU/s320/Life+is+good+clipart+pic.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my Journalism instructor told us that we'd be having a guest speaker come in to our class. She said that before his arrival, we'd get into two groups and would work together on asking him questions. One group would take on the task of asking him professional questions, while the other group was going to ask him more personal questions. I got stuck in the group where we asked the personal questions. Mind you, I'm one of three students, who happens to be older than everyone else there, so I got stuck with someone close to my age and a bunch of young 20somethings! I actually contributed two questions, which two of my classmates were going to ask the guest speaker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, last Thursday, our guest speaker, J, who is a reporter for the major newspaper in my area, came in to our class. As he walked towards where I sat, he said to me, "You look familiar." I, who's actually a little rusty at practicing my flirting skills, mumbled something like, "I don't think so." Honestly, I am good at remembering faces and I think I would've remembered if I had met him before! Ok, let's just say that he's not bad to look at! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So J takes a chair within arms reach of me and the other group starts questioning him first. They asked pretty decent questions about his career as a reporter and the stories he's covered. After about 20 minutes, it was now my group's turn to ask him more personal questions. As I said before, I was in arms reach of him, so I could've easily volunteered to ask the questions, but two younger classmates took turns asking him things that I actually would've liked to have asked, which are: What is your status (Single or Married) and do you have kids? So sad to say this, but he is married and has two kids! Oh well. Also, they asked him his age (he's 41. Hmm...that's still fairly young!) and what inspired him to get into this career (I actually submitted this question to my group, but the wording got changed around)? The poor guy had a bout of laryngitis, but we could easily understand or hear his responses. I just started rolling my eyes when it was my group's turn and when my classmates started asking him the off-the-wall, outlandish questions like: How much did your jacket cost? Do you prefer boxers or briefs? And which Harry Potter book is your favorite? I know my classmates were just having some fun, but sometimes you have to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think J did a pretty good job at being interrogated by us would-be reporters/writers. Class was now over and as I was gathering my belongings to leave, he asked if I knew where such-and-such department was and I told him I'd take him there. Hey, I'm gracious to show any cute reporter guy, who doesn't know his way around, where he needs to go. Besides, I work on-campus and I know it like the back of my hand! Anyway, as we approached the elevator, he told me again that I looked familiar. He asked me about my family &amp;amp; I told him I had two siblings and that they both worked in the public sector. I even mentioned my brother's name, not like it would mean anything, but my brother can be pretty outspoken! So I made idle conversation with him {under normal circumstances &amp;amp; when meeting someone new, I don't usually do this, especially if it's a cute guy} about the fact that he dropped out of college. He said he did it because of the enormous loans he had. However, he was very lucky to get into his line of work without a degree. He told us that that he used to work for another newspaper several years ago, which got him "his foot in the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked towards the other side of campus, we just started talking about random stuff that had to do with his line of work and then we talked about my instructor &amp;amp; her classes. I then mentioned what my major was and minor things about my background. He asked if I knew another language or if I had a family (i.e. spouse or children), in which I answered yes and no. He said that those things right there are a step-up and/or advantages I have. In other words, I could easily get into any career I wanted to and live just about anywhere [I told him I was anxious to move out of my area, eventually]. I briefly mentioned the article I got published and the fact that I'm interning at the publication. I told him that I have a few assignments to write for class and that I may have the opportunity to write another story or two for the publication I'm working at. He actually gave me a tip on a story that hasn't been covered--not even by his newspaper--that I could easily market to several publications under the business category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we finally arrived to his destination, which was inside the building next to my work. This is where I thanked him for coming to speak to our class and that's when I asked him for his business card. Then he thanked me for showing him where he needed to go and I told him I'd definitely be in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on e-mailing J as soon as I have some time to do so. I was just happy to have met someone new and who shares my similar interest or background, who I could possibly network with in the future. This whole networking thing is still sort of new and tough for me. I've always been a little on the shy side, but am gradually working on getting better. Also, my immediate area is really not the best place to do any networking. Ideally, I'm hoping to meet more people either through the publication I'm at or through friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now my mind is on finishing up a paper for my class and then starting on another assignment, which I'm not looking forward to. In the midst of it all, I've got other things on my plate and still have faith that everything will get done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2621259205419419781?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2621259205419419781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2621259205419419781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2621259205419419781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2621259205419419781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/09/could-life-get-any-better.html' title='Could life get any better?'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNXcvbtwKaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sFRMT7EhlMU/s72-c/Life+is+good+clipart+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4558792660621773682</id><published>2008-09-22T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:11:15.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs'/><title type='text'>Good fortune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNhiQWiu7xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UC-zujGYROc/s1600-h/Fortune+cookie_you+will+find+what+you+seek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249053398769004306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNhiQWiu7xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UC-zujGYROc/s320/Fortune+cookie_you+will+find+what+you+seek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky to find a little bit of money on the ground just recently. Ok, so it wasn't like I found a $20 bill like I did a few years back when I visited Knott's Berry Farm in So Cal. Anyway, one day last week, I found a penny on the street at school. And yes, I am not ashamed to pick up a penny because I don't care how much it's worth! A penny is a penny afterall. So then the next day, I had to go buy some groceries. When I came out of the store, I noticed three shiny coins in my path. Immediately, I picked up a quarter, which was then followed by two dimes. As I looked a little further, I saw a penny too, so I picked it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that I'm suddenly "falling into money." You see, several years ago, I had this dream where I crossed the street to my neighbor's house and saw all these coins (I'm talking lots here) lying on the ground. As I went to pick one or two up, suddenly more started appearing. I've never been superstitiuous or anything, but I wonder if the fact that I've been finding money (i.e. coins) means that I might be coming in to some good fortune soon! In the last few months, I've been trying to put all my positive energy into everything I do, especially after having been in a funk earlier this year. Whatever it means to have found this real small fortune, I have faith that something good will come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of good fortune, I got evaluated at work last week and it went well. In fact, I got a 40 cent raise!! I know it isn't much, but at least it's something. After the evaluation, my supervisor asked if I wanted to add anything. I briefly mentioned one or two things that had bothered me when I first started, but for the most part didn't have any complaints. However, I told her that as much as I enjoy working here, I need to be making more money. She agreed that what they pay me is definitely not enough. She said that she would assist me if she heard of any new openings that become available in other departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today when I arrived at work, my supervisor told me about a job that just opened up in another department. I read the description and found that this job is right up my alley and it pays very close to what I was making before. My supervisor, as well as my co-workers, actually thought I'd be a perfect fit since it involves writing and because my major falls into a similar category. We'll see what happens! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4558792660621773682?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4558792660621773682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4558792660621773682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4558792660621773682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4558792660621773682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-fortune.html' title='Good fortune'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNhiQWiu7xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UC-zujGYROc/s72-c/Fortune+cookie_you+will+find+what+you+seek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3103663108924797626</id><published>2008-09-19T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:06:59.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting NKOTB'/><title type='text'>My Night with New Kids on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNRX3G20c3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/d2bJLxLxwRs/s1600-h/NKOTB_NY+signing+-+pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247916070038434674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNRX3G20c3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/d2bJLxLxwRs/s320/NKOTB_NY+signing+-+pic+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNREnl7pybI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2BemeCt1VwE/s1600-h/NKOTB+in+Canada_Sept+15+%2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SMH05sqTyxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7rk8PUo347Q/s1600-h/NKOTB_NY+signing+-+pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. I've been a little occupied, but I was also trying to gather my thoughts so that I can put them into words. You see, a dream of mine finally came true on August 28th! And btw, the above pic was not taken by me. It was taken at another event in NY a few days later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my story of my 3-day excursion in Burbank, where my friend &amp;amp; I were on a mission to meet our favorite group and to meet my crush! I'm trying to remember every little detail so that I don't leave anything out. I'll just say that it was all a blur because it happened so fast! Oh, and if you've read my blogs, you know by now that I sometimes write novels! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On August 27th, my friend M--who I hadn't seen since we graduated high school (but who I've known since grade school)--and I left our area at about 5:30 am and didn't arrive in Burbank until 1:30 pm. Needless to say, we drove for 8 hours &amp;amp; we were tired, but again, we were on a mission! We went to check-in at our hotel was &amp;amp; then we went to scope out the Best Buy, which was about 1 mile from our hotel, and where the event would be taking place. All was quiet and no one was in line--yet. I was going to call 2 new friends to let them know I was already in town, but decided to wait because they were both at work and I knew M and I would find something to do in La-La land. We ended up driving to Santa Monica and were caught in traffic (just a typical day for Los Angelenos) on the freeway. As we drove, my new friend, L, called me to see if I wanted to meet her and her mother-in-law for dinner. Unfortunately, M &amp;amp; I had already made plans, so I asked if we could take a raincheck. We ended up going to Santa Monica Pier &amp;amp; hung out there for about an hour or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to play tour guide, so we ended up heading in to Hollywood. M had never been to the Griffith Observatory, so we made our way there. The observatory has been seen in many movies and was most visible in the 1955 movie &lt;em&gt;Rebel Without a Cause&lt;/em&gt; with James Dean and (one of) my favorite actresses, Natalie Wood. After making it up the hill, we couldn't find any parking (the lot was full), so we just parked M's car on the side of the road and decided to check out the (smoggy) view of LA &amp;amp; the Hollywood Hills. As we were making our way downhill, I received a text message from my friend J and she tells me that there's about 40 people already lined up. Then I get a call from L telling me there's more people starting to line up! Ok, so there's no way we're coming back in the early morning, so we're going to have to camp out!! We hurried up &amp;amp; left Hollywood for Burbank (which is about a 15 min drive), got some stuff from our hotel room and then arrived @ the Best Buy a few minutes later, at around 8:00 pm. The camp out gave me the opportunity to finally meet my fellow Blockheads, who I had been corresponding with over the Net. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new friend named T was going to fly in Wednesday evening, so I called her when I found out that people were starting to camp out. She said she'd contact me when she got in. At this point, we didn't have anywhere to sit &amp;amp; we forgot to bring our lawn chairs from home, so M walked to Target &amp;amp; bought two chairs. T finally arrived by cab to where we were sitting &amp;amp; we started chatting about different things, but the majority of the conversation was about the New Kids &amp;amp; how many people we thought were already here. I think there was close to 150-200 by maybe 11:00 pm. I think others started dwindling in in the wee hours to get in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us pretty much got maybe like 3-4 hours of sleep and it was a very cold Thursday morning. And I'm usually very good at being prepared, but didn't realize that it gets cold in the San Fernando Valley just like it gets cold in my area. I thought to myself, "I can do this and make it 'til 10:00 am," which is when Best Buy was opening to give away 500 wristbands and lanyards/laminates. So 14 hours later, we make our way inside the store and found out that the regular CD would cost us $10 + tax, so we all made our purchases. Then we come to find out that we would have to come back in-person on Tuesday to pick-up your CD. Um, hello, we can't do this because we're going driving back home tomorrow/Friday. We immediately talked to the store manager &amp;amp; asked her if we could just pick up our CDs at our nearest Best Buy store &amp;amp; show them our receipts. She said we could try, but it wasn't guaranteed that we'd receive our CDs. What a bunch of crock! They definitely have some stupid store policies! I don't know why I just didn't ask one of my L.A. friends to mail me the CDs (ok, so the lack of sleep and exhaustion got to my brain). Anyway, so M asked this nice Blockhead, who had camped out right behind us, if she could mail us the CDs (she lives in the L.A. area). She obliged, which we were grateful for! Oh, and it turns out there's 3 versions of the new CD and yes, I wound up with all 3 somehow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, it's probably about 10:30 or 11:00 am, so we decide to go have some breakfast since we really didn't have much time to eat the night before and we were so exhausted! We had a hard time finding a place to eat in Burbank &amp;amp; were relying on my friend, Garmin GPS, to help! After brunch, T, M and I headed back to our hotel rooms &amp;amp; planned on resting for a bit. The girls ended up taking a nap, but for some reason or another, I wasn't able to take one. Maybe it was because I was feeling anxious/nervous of what was going to happen within the next few hours. I ended up going downstairs by the pool &amp;amp; decided to re-write the letter I had always intended on giving to Jonathan if I ever got the chance to meet him. It was NOT a love letter. It was a letter basically saying &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt; for having appeared on Oprah in 2001 to discuss his problems with panic attacks/anxiety. I don't know if he knows this, but he's inspired others to seek help and/or ways to deal with their own problems. I can totally relate to what he went through since I've also suffered with anxiety since childhood. I didn't really suffer from panic attacks persay, but I've always been a nervous/anxious person, which I believe stems from some traumatic experiences I endured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we agreed that we were going to head down to Best Buy at 7:00 pm, which was the time the signing was to start. We sort of wanted them to "save the best for last", so that's why we got in back of the line. A few minutes later, T &amp;amp; M went inside the store because T had to get a sticker placed on her camera so they'd know it was her own personal camera that she brought in. Well, they were gone for about 20 mins and I began wondering what happened to them. Then M calls me and says to get my butt inside the store immediately because the guys are making their way into the store from the back entrance and they want to see them come in! So I hurried past the crowd, where the line was around the entire store, and entered inside. I was trying to look inconspicuous, even though I tried hiding my (old) NKOTB poster book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point, I heard Donnie was stuck in the men's restroom for like 10 mins because there was just so many people inside the store trying to see him. They'd bring him down one aisle &amp;amp; then would have to retreat down another one. Unfortunately, I couldn't see much because I'm height challenged, but I managed a few peeks here &amp;amp; there. About 15-20mins later, you finally see the guys making their way towards the table. Despite there being tons of people there, I was able to take a good shot of Donnie, who was immediately followed by Danny. Then you see Joey making his way, who was immediately followed by Jordan. However, as Jon made his way, I wasn't able to get a clear shot of him alone (so many dang people). :( Then we decided it was time for us to go back outside &amp;amp; get in line again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L.A.'s KIIS-fm was filming the crowd inside and outside the store, after having interviewed the guys just mins ago. I found the video, which I've posted here! Look out for someone holding a poster book with a pic of the guys in tuxedos. Yep, that's me behind the book (at 2:55)! Also, some woman interviewed me and a few other people and told us she would post it on youtellconcerts.com. When I finally found the video link, I noticed my interview--as well as another girl's interview--were left on the cutting room floor. Oh well. There goes my 2 minutes of fame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At various times, the Kids' bodyguard, Robo, comes out with a few Best Buy &amp;amp; Interscope Records employees to count the number of fans left in line. They made sure we held up our laminates and wristbands &amp;amp; made it clear that no one was going to get in back of the line twice. There were a few people who thought it'd be clever to do this and did! Robo said something like if we all behaved or played by the rules, then the guys would "show us some love"! ;) Here's the actual play-by-play of my encounter with the Five Bad Brothers from Beantown land: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to take as many pics as I could, but there were just so many people in line &amp;amp; everyone was in my way, so it was impossible to snap some decent photos of each guy, especially Jon. As I'm waiting in line, I noticed this familiar looking face to the right of me and sitting not too far from Jon. It was his mother (Marlene)! I really wanted to say something to her like, "Thank you for giving birth to this gorgeous man" {J/K!}, but I didn't because I felt like I'd be holding up the line. Heck, I should've just said something to her and then made my way towards the very back! I also saw this blond-haired guy sitting next to Jon and it turned out it was his nephew (Matthew), who turned into a fine, young man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so it didn't dawn on me to pull out my camera phone or my digital camera as I waited in line because I figured all these people would be in my way. Well, now I find myself right in front of my crush, Jonathan Knight!! He looks right up at me, says hello, smiles and then shakes my hands. Can I just say that this man is so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I didn't want to let go of his hand! This was about the time that I should've asked for a hug {Note to self: next time--and there &lt;em&gt;will be &lt;/em&gt;a next time--ask him politely for a hug!}, but I didn't. Of course I forgot to introduce myself, but I handed him the Thank You card with a short 2 page letter and my business card inside, and told him that this was to thank him for something he did [as explained in a previous paragraph] a few years back. The letter basically explained how I could relate to what he's experienced for years &amp;amp; that he's inspired others--like myself--to seek help or a way to deal with our own issues. I really wanted to lean forward so that I could hear him clearly, but it was way too loud inside &amp;amp; there were just so many people around. I felt like if I had really leaned in, I'd be invading his space. So he took my Thank You card &amp;amp; put it inside his jacket pocket (where his sweaty chest would be touching it). Then I handed him my poster book &amp;amp; he signed his photo. The pic that one of the BB employees took of us really made my (k)night and year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I make my way towards Jordan &amp;amp; he looks up and smiles &amp;amp; signs my book. I really wanted to say something to him like, "Nice seeing you again" {I met him back in Dec. '05 when he performed near my hometown}, but I didn't think he'd remember this encounter, so I didn't say anything except hello &amp;amp; shook his hand. Then I made my way towards Joey, who has those piercing (baby) blue eyes! He's looking for his pic in the poster book &amp;amp; when he finds it, he says something to Jordan and pokes fun of their hairstyles from back then. As Joey's signing my book, Danny leans forward &amp;amp; signs his pic. I then move over in front of Danny and wait for him to look up. When he does, I asked him how he was doing &amp;amp; he asks me the same question! I think I might've said thank you to him, but I don't remember! After I shook Danny's hand, then Joey looks up towards me, shakes my hand too, and then smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I make my way towards Donnie, who was sitting at the opposite end. And yes, I got some "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FACE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (if you're not already a Blockhead, 'get your mind right' and look it up) with him! Donnie has clearly stated that he wants to give quality time to all the fans! I didn't think what happened next was going to happen because all I was thinking about was what I'd say to Jon, but not much came out of me since I was so mesmerized by his hazel eyes &amp;amp; smile! Anyway, I said to Donnie something like, "Thank you for everything" and he leans over to let me give him a hug &amp;amp; then he moves his face towards mine and let's me give him a peck on his right cheek, which I NEVER expected to do! If I knew I was going to do this, I'd have actually given Jon the peck! LOL :) There's just something about Jon &amp;amp; Donnie that makes you smile and want to be surrounded by their presence!! ;) In fact, I hear Danny's a really nice guy too! And those "guns" he's carrying around these days! Wow! Actually, all the guys have been working out in preparation for the tour and they all look &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the event was over, my friends and I went to the back of the building because we knew the guys were going to come out that way. Some other girls were peeking through the store's back window and notice the guys are ready to leave. As the white van pulls out at about 11:00 pm-ish or so, we all wave bye to the guys (mind you, we can't see them clearly because it's dark outside &amp;amp; the windows are tinted) and they're off. We noticed a couple other women drive off, who began following the van carrying the guys. As this is happening, we ran into Donnie's assistant, who said what these women did was so wrong. Well, it was too late and we all know that they were just living out their childhood/teenage fantasy. As soon as we left, T asked if we wanted to drive to Pasadena to grab a late meal with a few of her friends/co-workers, who were also at this event. Little did we know that we had more in common with T's friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's now 7:30 am on Friday and M and I only got 5 hours of sleep each. M decides to check her email on her laptop and notices a new message that Donnie has posted. It's the guys' first video blog (ok, so they're actually reading the comments we leave on the community boards), so we watched it. We heard Joey &amp;amp; Donnie "invite" the fans to come down to the rehearsal studios to watch them rehearse. So I got this idea to go over there after brunch to see if perhaps they were still there (the blog was taped the day of the Burbank event, but wasn't released until the next day/Friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally headed over there about noonish &amp;amp; to "stalk"…oops, I mean look for the guys. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, after all, they did invite us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So before we headed to their rehearsal studio, we went back to Best Buy &amp;amp; were literally standing in front of 3 TVs (at the store's entrance) for 30 mins just mesmerized by the footage on the screen, which we later find out is on the DVD that came with the Deluxe Edition CD. For those who don't have the CD, you can probably find this footage on YouTube! So we proceeded to park out in front of the studio &amp;amp; waited for about 45 mins. We didn't see anyone, so we drove to the back of the studio &amp;amp; noticed the white van the guys left in after the Burbank. T asked this one guy who worked there if the guys were rehearsing &amp;amp; he said yes, in Soundstage One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 45 mins eventually turned into 2 1/2 hours. While waiting, I just kept thinking that they're probably not here, so T went to go ask another guy, who was coming out of the soundstage she was told they were in, and he told us that the guys finished up yesterday and the only person who was rehearsing there now was singer Lindsey Buckingham (from Fleetwood Mac fame). We got conflicting stories. We even pulled into the soundstages across the street, but saw no one. Our hotel room was so close to the rehearsal studio that we could've probably have gone over there on Wed. or Thurs. &amp;amp; could've met the guys if I had remembered the name of the studio! If only I had taken the info with me! After we left, I totally felt like "Marcia Brady" in that episode of the &lt;em&gt;Brady Bunch&lt;/em&gt; when she went to the studio to find Davy Jones of The Monkees (one of my other favorite groups) &amp;amp; wanted him to sing at her prom, but she missed him because he had taped the show the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is finally the end of my story. Wish I could've chatted with Jon more. I had this whole speech planned out of what I was going to say or talk to him about, but then I drew a blank. :) He definitely doesn't know the power he has over women! I'm so excited for October!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing. I really didn't give it much thought that the guys would ever reunite. I mean, after having watched VH1's &lt;em&gt;Band Reunited&lt;/em&gt; episode 4 years ago, I just didn't think this would ever happen. Regardless, I just wanted to say that I'm glad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is back and I'm grateful that these guys have brought many more Blockheads into my life! I heard a rumor that they may be coming out with another album next year &amp;amp; possibly a summer tour. If this is all true, then you know my friends and I will be there! But for now, enjoy the video and see if you can spot me! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx6j8N--5mk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx6j8N--5mk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3103663108924797626?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3103663108924797626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3103663108924797626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3103663108924797626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3103663108924797626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-night-with-new-kids-on-block.html' title='My Night with New Kids on the Block'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SNRX3G20c3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/d2bJLxLxwRs/s72-c/NKOTB_NY+signing+-+pic+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5652416112994565652</id><published>2008-09-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:52:24.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update soon'/><title type='text'>More updates soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been a little occupied. I had something happen to me about 3 weeks ago that I can't wait to share with you! Also, there are a few other things happening around me right now and will tell you all about it very soon, so stay tuned. But in the meantime, I'm going to leave you with some clues: NKOTB, money and networking with a cute journalist! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5652416112994565652?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5652416112994565652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5652416112994565652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5652416112994565652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5652416112994565652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-updates-soon.html' title='More updates soon!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3207936602140666146</id><published>2008-08-18T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:45:30.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Vartan'/><title type='text'>Must Love Dogs!</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd leave you with some eye candy until my next post! I just knew this guy was great with animals!! He definitely loves his Millie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give to run into him during my trip to L.A. next week! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-Vf5s784ak&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-Vf5s784ak&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3207936602140666146?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3207936602140666146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3207936602140666146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3207936602140666146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3207936602140666146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/08/must-love-dogs.html' title='Must Love Dogs!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2683555428345895505</id><published>2008-08-16T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:02:30.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Summer is over, but life is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SKeXApUe39I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Qv_g3QG8V8U/s1600-h/happy2+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235319129189048274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SKeXApUe39I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Qv_g3QG8V8U/s320/happy2+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life just keeps getting so unpredictable. Let me just recap what's happened to me in the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost two weeks ago, I made an appointment for my first mammogram. I actually tried to get one done a few years back, but they told me that I was still too young (bless their hearts) &amp;amp; that I should return in about five years. So I went ahead &amp;amp; made the dreaded appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in for the scheduled appointment &amp;amp; was told my results would be mailed to me in one week. Well, the following day, as I left work &amp;amp; was about to head home, I retrieved a voicemail left by someone from the Radiology dept in the next city. She's calling because they want me to schedule another appointment so that I can come in for some additional tests. I immediately called them &amp;amp; as I was placed on hold, I started tearing up. The first person I thought of was my cousin, who passed away from breast cancer in October 2006. I made the appointment for the following Tuesday and hung up. I then called my mother and immediately started crying. She told me not to worry because we wouldn't know anything until they ran more tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now Tuesday, the day of my 2nd appointment. The woman who's examining me showed me my X-rays &amp;amp; said that some blotchy spot had showed up on my left breast and often times it'll go away after a second mammogram is done. She took about 3 - 4 X-rays and then told me to wait outside. No less than 5 minutes later, a young woman walks toward me &amp;amp; tells me there is nothing to worry about, that the spot is gone and that I don't have to come back for another year. Boy, was I relieved! Those few days leading up to my 2nd appointment were nerve wracking for me. I couldn't sleep the night before my appointment. I'm grateful to God that everything is good and that I am alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my summer is finally coming to an end, which means no more fun time. Well, actually, that's not true. I go back to school on August 19th, so now I have to put on the student hat &amp;amp; "hit the books" again. Also, I'll be starting my internship with the publication that published my article back in May. I will be very busy for the most part, but I will be taking plenty of time during this semster to "come up for air"! First thing on my list is a mini trip to La-La Land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently made some new friends thanks to another social networking site. Well, these new friends are what I call "Blockheads"! Blockhead is a term used for people, who love the music &amp;amp; anything related to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;New Kids on the Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Last week, we found out that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be doing a live performance &amp;amp; an autograph signing at the Best Buy in Burbank on August 28th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "old" me would've said that I wasn't going to be able to make the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;New Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; event because 1) I have school, 2) I have to work, and 3) I'm going to be starting my internship. Well, the "new" me says that I'm able to get time off from work, I'm missing one day of (two) classes, and my internship doesn't start until Sept. 10th; therefore, me &amp;amp; my friend Maria--who I've known since grade school--will be driving down to L.A. on the 27th to meet up with my fellow Blockheads! :) &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really excited about this trip!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; haven't been to LA in about six years &amp;amp; I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; have fun in this city! I'm generally &lt;/span&gt;not the type of person who just takes off &amp;amp; does something like this. I'm a planner, but I couldn't wait until October!! Besides, this is an opportunity of a lifetime to finally meet my crush after 20 years, under some not-so strict circumstances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good things are happening to me and I am feeling very happy and healthy! I guess that vision board is really working. :) Life is good and I hope it stays like this for a while longer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, I will leave you with 2 funny interviews of The Kids from this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oqiu9BRW9sw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oqiu9BRW9sw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDneYIepdpI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDneYIepdpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2683555428345895505?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2683555428345895505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2683555428345895505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2683555428345895505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2683555428345895505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-is-over-but-life-is-good.html' title='Summer is over, but life is good!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SKeXApUe39I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Qv_g3QG8V8U/s72-c/happy2+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-7583914707073056288</id><published>2008-08-01T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:44.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>He did a good, good thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SJLDXP3YIfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yMNu4sxiwqE/s1600-h/Chris+Isaak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229456921493774834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SJLDXP3YIfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yMNu4sxiwqE/s320/Chris+Isaak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Heather, who I've known since the 3rd grade, invited me to go see Chris Isaak in concert last night. I've always enjoyed Chris's music because he reminded me of 50's and 60's singer, Ricky Nelson, whose Rockabilly music I've enjoyed. My friend is a big fan of Chris's music and, well, I've just been converted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaak puts on a great show! I just love the custom-made outfits he wears and he's got a wicked sense of humor! My friend &amp;amp; I were having a debate about how old he was &amp;amp; I figured he was either in his late 40's or early 50's. Well, he's 52!! Chris definitely has some good genes &amp;amp; looks GREAT for his age! He also easy on the eyes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, after the show, Chris was going to come out &amp;amp; sign any merchandise fans bought, so my friend &amp;amp; I waited in line. Well, after dealing with this overzealous fan, who was behind us, we were quickly moving up the line towards his table when the overzealous fan was flagged by the venue's staff to stand in front of the person before my friend! I thought that was a stupid move on their part. Anyway, so Chris makes his way towards Heather and I, and Heather doesn't say anything, so I said, "Tomorrow is her birthday" (which in fact it is). Chris wished her a Happy Birthday &amp;amp; drew a b-day cake on the t-shirt [which he actually designed. I must say, he's a great artist!] she bought and he signed the photo she bought too. As we were about to leave, he shakes her hand like any person would when meeting for the first time. Then when he shakes my hand, he gives me a buddy shake! I thought that was funny, but I'll tell you this much: His hand was sweaty and firm. Wish I had never let go of it!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Isaak is such a cutie!! I can't believe this was his first time playing the venue we saw him at. I hope he comes back next year because I'd go see him again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-7583914707073056288?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/7583914707073056288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=7583914707073056288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7583914707073056288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/7583914707073056288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-did-good-good-thing.html' title='He did a good, good thing!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SJLDXP3YIfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yMNu4sxiwqE/s72-c/Chris+Isaak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2954382776849093911</id><published>2008-07-31T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:32:00.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How not to flirt'/><title type='text'>What's wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/456/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/456/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/src=" border="0" height="428" width="640"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally kick myself for what didn't happen yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to run an errand at Banana Republic yesterday because I needed to return an item I didn't want anymore. So I get in line &amp;amp; wait patiently while the guy in front of me is being helped by the young cashier. I didn't notice this guy at first, but after a few seconds I glance over at him and say to myself, "Hey, he's kind of cute." Actually, I thought he resembled this guy I once had a crush on when I was 16 or 17 years old. My first instinct was to check his left hand to see if he was wearing a wedding ring. I know, I know. Some guys don't wear a ring, but for me, this is one of the first things I have to look for when I see a cutie. I definitely don't want a married man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm feeling awkward. I don't know what to do. I look towards the door &amp;amp; around the entire store. I don't want to seem obvious that I'm trying to check him out. So as I'm looking around, I notice he's looking towards me! I think he's checking me out! Well, actually I think he was looking at my shoes. I was wearing running shoes when I really should've been wearing my girly shoes...my cute, comfy sandals. Oh, and I hate to admit this, but I wasn't looking my best. I was wearing jeans, a collared shirt/blouse &amp;amp; my sweater over my shirt. Plus, the only make-up I was wearing was foundation. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but the worst part is that [this is where I can kick myself for this] I did NOT make any eye contact with him nor did I say hello. All I can remember was that he was 30ish, about 5'9", and he was wearing a dark t-shirt, jeans, and work boots. At one point, I noticed the store's young, assistant manager was helping him select a piece of clothing to exchange for what he had returned. Hmm...I think this totally screams that he's either single or he just doesn't know how to dress. I'm just so mad at myself because I know I'll probably never see this guy again &amp;amp; didn't make any effort to start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that I'm going back to the Banana store, but it's sort of out of my way. I'm tempted to post one of those "missed connections" thingy on Craigslist, but I don't want some wacko (ok, hopefully this cutie isn't one) to find and respond to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have such a hard time talking to guys? I didn't have this problem of awkwardness last October when I smiled &amp;amp; made eye contact with &lt;em&gt;Mr. Cutie&lt;/em&gt; at Office Depot. Am I hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be making this as one of my goals on my vision board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2954382776849093911?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2954382776849093911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2954382776849093911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2954382776849093911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2954382776849093911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me?'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-1949403259153920765</id><published>2008-07-29T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:02:57.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>100 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was a lot harder than I thought. Btw, you might find a reoccuring theme in my responses. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm the youngest of 3 children (1 sister &amp;amp; 1 brother).&lt;br /&gt;2) I prefer writing in cursive. I'm too lazy to print or write free hand.&lt;br /&gt;3) I used to take swimming lessons as a kid, but then stopped when I almost drowned. A few years later, I tried taking lessons again, but never finished.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm constantly changing the radio station in my car when I feel there's a lousy song playing.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have 26 first cousins (had 28, but 2 are deceased now), approx. 48 second cousins &amp;amp; lost count with my second cousins' children! I think that brings a total of about 100 cousins. And that's only my mother's side! ;)&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm pretty organized at work, but at home, it's usually a different story.&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm NOT a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;8) I don't drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;9) I only drink tea when I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;10) My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. Not only does it fall around my b-day (except for on Leap year), but it's a day to give thanks for my family &amp;amp; my other blessings, and an excuse to eat lots of food &amp;amp; pumpkin pie!&lt;br /&gt;11) I've never been a sports fan. Ok, so maybe I've seen 1 or 2 basketball games in my life.&lt;br /&gt;12) I've known my two bestest gal pals since the 3rd grade &amp;amp; the 10th grade.&lt;br /&gt;13) I once won 2nd place in an art contest.&lt;br /&gt;14) I've never stopped watching MTV's The Real World. Ok, so maybe I missed one season, but it was probably because the cast was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;15) I remember when MTV used to be cool and played music all day long.&lt;br /&gt;16) The first thing I notice about the opposite sex is his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;17) My first job was at age 15 at a pharmacy, which happened to be the same one my sister worked at years prior. I've had many more jobs after that.&lt;br /&gt;18) I have a scar on the side of my nose. It's from an injury I suffered when I was about 1 or 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;19) Right after graduating high school, I had aspirations of moving to L.A. to attend college.&lt;br /&gt;20) I love Chocolate Almond ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;21) I often find myself attracted to tall guys, which means they have to be over 5'10".&lt;br /&gt;22) I know how to rollerskate, but not rollerblade.&lt;br /&gt;23) At age 13, I shook a former (70's) teen idol's (and one of my first childhood crushes) hand when I saw him in concert. I literally didn't wash my hand for a few days after that.&lt;br /&gt;24) I was held back in the 3rd grade.&lt;br /&gt;25) Writing is one of my passions &amp;amp; I hope it'll help lead me into a career in the music, TV, or travel industry.&lt;br /&gt;26) I want to visit Boston, Miami/Orlando, and the lower Atlantic states.&lt;br /&gt;27) I dropped out of college twice.&lt;br /&gt;28) My favorite color is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;29) I was an attendant in a cousin's wedding; however, my title was not Bridesmaid, but rather Godmother.&lt;br /&gt;30) I had a pen pal from Spain, who I started writing to in the 10th grade. We wrote often, but then she stopped writing around the time that 9/11 happened.&lt;br /&gt;31) My favorite music genre is Pop. I also love R&amp;amp;B, Dance &amp;amp; Motown.&lt;br /&gt;32) Growing up, I inherited my siblings taste in music. I guess that's why I liked listening to a lot of popular groups that consisted of siblings like the Bee Gees, The Carpenters, and The Osmonds!&lt;br /&gt;33) I've dealt with anxiety since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;34) I've never liked being photographed. I'd rather be taking the photo than be in it.&lt;br /&gt;35) In high school, I had a crush on three different Michael's--all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;36) I've never had a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;37) I love traveling to So Cal to visit my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;38) Tulips are my favorite flower.&lt;br /&gt;39) As a teen, I wore braces. Thank goodness because it corrected my Bugs Bunny smile.&lt;br /&gt;40) I've never gotten a speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;41) I've never traveled on a train before.&lt;br /&gt;42) I'm not afraid of heights, but I refuse to go on any amusement park ride that travels upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;43) I'm a very sensitive &amp;amp; emotional person. If I hear a story about a child being reunited with his/her parent or vice versa, I start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;44) Politics really bores me.&lt;br /&gt;45) I dress to be comfortable, not uncomfortable. Though I can be a girly girl when I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;46) I don't like wearing high heels.&lt;br /&gt;47) I've been to Chicago once, Arizona twice, and Baja (Mexico) many times.&lt;br /&gt;48) I don't paint my fingernails or toenails anymore.&lt;br /&gt;49) I'm very low-maintenance (see # 45).&lt;br /&gt;50) I'm generally good at remembering a person's b-day or other special events.&lt;br /&gt;51) I once won backstage passes to a concert. Unfortunately, the concert never happened. Anyone remember the songs &lt;em&gt;"P.A.S.S.I.O.N."&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"Hey Donna"&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;52) I always have a hard time finding the right pair of jeans since I'm height-challenged.&lt;br /&gt;53) My favorite old TV shows are ones that incorporated music and humor.&lt;br /&gt;54) Some of my favorite shows were The Monkees (re-runs), Donny &amp;amp; Marie, Three's Company and Happy Days. Yes, I had a crush on "Chachi". I even owned the only album he ever recorded as proof!&lt;br /&gt;55) I'm never been much of a risk taker. It wasn't until a few years ago that I started getting brave &amp;amp; started doing stuff that I thought I'd never do.&lt;br /&gt;56) I have eaten Menudo (no, not the singing group) many, many times.&lt;br /&gt;57) I don't travel to the city very often.&lt;br /&gt;58) My feelings get hurt when certain longtime friends don't have or make time for me. I know you're busy, but communication is a two-way street.&lt;br /&gt;59) I once wrote a fan letter to Ricky Schroeder &amp;amp; got an autographed picture in return.&lt;br /&gt;60) I have a purse named after me. Wish I knew who to thank.&lt;br /&gt;61) I can't live without music!&lt;br /&gt;62) I'm a lexophile.&lt;br /&gt;63) I once attended a Giants game only to see my favorite (oldies) band perform. As soon as the concert was over, I left.&lt;br /&gt;64) One of my favorite games in elementary school was "Heads Up, Seven Up."&lt;br /&gt;65) I believe in love at first sight &amp;amp; that each of us has a soulmate. So then how come I can't seem to find mine?! :(&lt;br /&gt;66) I believe in Karma &amp;amp; it can be a real bitch!&lt;br /&gt;67) If I was stuck on a deserted island, the 3 items I'd bring with me would be: Toffee candy, toilet paper, and my crush.&lt;br /&gt;68) My life resembles a few movies: &lt;em&gt;Fools Rush In&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The Famiy Stone&lt;/em&gt;. I also think &lt;em&gt;My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/em&gt; plays a part too!&lt;br /&gt;69) One of my favorite quotes is by Eleanor Roosevelt: "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."&lt;br /&gt;70) I cried on my 19th birthday &amp;amp; I think it was because I foresaw my future.&lt;br /&gt;71) As a child, I was forced to play kickball &amp;amp; softball every summer until I was about 14.&lt;br /&gt;72) I can wrap my middle &amp;amp; ring fingers around my entire wrist.&lt;br /&gt;73) I had an 11th year high school reunion. My class wasn't very organized, even back then. Wonder if we'll have a 21st reunion.&lt;br /&gt;74) I used to write many letters as a kid. I should've known back then that it'd lead to my future career.&lt;br /&gt;75) Since the invention of e-mail and texting, I rarely communicate on the phone. :(&lt;br /&gt;76) A good childhood friend of mine, who had moved away &amp;amp; then returned a few years later, once told me something I'll never forget. She told me that I never changed &amp;amp; that I was the same person she knew back then. She had compared me to my cousin (we were all friends in grade school), who did change. Made me feel really good...humble.&lt;br /&gt;77) I sometimes prefer staying home as opposed to going to a party.&lt;br /&gt;78) I'm down-to-earth &amp;amp; very shy. Once I get to know you better, then I tend to come out of my shell more.&lt;br /&gt;79) I hate Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;80) I can't stand Rap music. What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;81) I try to read my favorite blogs every single day.&lt;br /&gt;82) Chinese &amp;amp; Mexican foods are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;83) I met 3 former Boy Band members from 3 different groups at the same event.&lt;br /&gt;84) I will finally meet my crush of 20 years in October! (see # 87)&lt;br /&gt;85) I never attended my junior or senior proms. For senior prom, my friend &amp;amp; I went to dinner and a movie instead.&lt;br /&gt;86) I once stood next to a Daytime Emmy award winner &amp;amp; didn't even know it. I just couldn't put my finger on why he looked so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;87) Twenty years ago, my cousins invited me to see this up-n-coming new group perform nearby to promote their 2nd album. My cousins' mother wouldn't let them borrow her car, so we couldn't go. The group became successful shortly thereafter (see # 84).&lt;br /&gt;88) I'd like to move to So Cal and pursue my career the first opportunity I get.&lt;br /&gt;89) When I worked in retail, I once assisted the guitarist of a famous 70's rock group.&lt;br /&gt;90) I've never smoked cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;91) I once found myself in the same movie theater hallway as football legend Joe Montana. In fact, I also once saw him walking down a major street in my town.&lt;br /&gt;92) I had my first article published in May of this year.&lt;br /&gt;93) I almost had the chance to meet two members of a famous 60's band that I loved as a child, but was too shy to say hello or ask for an autograph. I regret this one big time. :(&lt;br /&gt;94) I've always excelled in English. I was also particularly fond of Art &amp;amp; History.&lt;br /&gt;95) My favorite foods are lasagne, flautas, french fries, and Heavenly chicken.&lt;br /&gt;96) I hate being alone. Usually I'll have the TV on to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;97) I love to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;98) I've never been good at Math (i.e. Algebra &amp;amp; Geometry). I'm not fond of Science either.&lt;br /&gt;99) I've always wanted to learn how to play the drums &amp;amp; keyboards/piano. My inspiration: # 93.&lt;br /&gt;100) A guy with hazel eyes and a Bostonian accent makes my heart do somersaults! Second runner up is a guy with green eyes, who can speak French fluently! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-1949403259153920765?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/1949403259153920765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=1949403259153920765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1949403259153920765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/1949403259153920765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things About Me'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4999067051800097472</id><published>2008-07-25T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:44.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laws of Attraction'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SIlXx8UtO-I/AAAAAAAAANw/BzN1xpH_wpo/s1600-h/Extra_news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226805358058355682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SIlXx8UtO-I/AAAAAAAAANw/BzN1xpH_wpo/s320/Extra_news.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sorry I haven't blogged for some time, but I've been a bit busy. However, now I have time to let y'all know what's been happening in my little world. This update is for my one-and-only fan (you know who you are), who was going through withdrawls from me not blogging! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report this summer. I signed up to take a Speech class, but then dropped it since I wasn't feeling it and couldn't keep up. I will attempt to take it again in the future. If what the career tests say is true, I should be able to pass this class with "flying colors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In career news, for the past few months, I've been working on another story with the hope of getting it published. Unfortunately, I haven't had any takers. I e-mailed the ET Editor at the Sacramento Bee to which she replied that she didn't have "any $$ in her budget for freelance writers." So then I moved on to a major Bay Area newspaper's A&amp;amp;E Editor, to which I have yet to receive a reply from. I thought not hearing back right away was a clue that it might be a story they're looking for. Well, I have a feeling that this editor isn't even considering it. Should I follow-up with a call since his work number was published on their web site? As you can probably guess, I'm not too fond of the Bay Area media right now. Arghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In music news, one of my new friends, who I'm attending the NKOTB show with in San Jose in 3 months, called me recently to tell me that a Sacramento show was added! I had a feeling (yep, thank goodness for my intuition kicking in) they'd do this, but just didn't know when. At the last minute, I told my friend I didn't think I could afford to go since I'm already going to the SJ &amp;amp; San Diego shows. Well, she coaxed me into going &amp;amp; offered to pay for the ticket. I'm definitely paying her back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends &amp;amp; I are counting the days until the Sac show, which is &lt;em&gt;The Block&lt;/em&gt;'s (the group's new nickname &amp;amp; the name of their new album) first Nor Cal performance in 14 years. Actually, the big day will be the following day, when we get to meet the guys in San Jose!! According to the site that's providing the VIP tixs, they haven't sold-out. This could mean that my gal pals &amp;amp; I could possibly have more time talking with the guys. Ok, so we have to share them with a few other strangers, but hopefully it isn't more than 30! Hey, this also means that maybe I'll have more time to chat with my crush! Incidentally, I was talking to a friend about this crush when I jokingly said, "He must have a halo hovering over his head because he's definitely an angel in my book!" Yes, I think I may have just created a new pick-up line! My friend thinks I should totally use it on him because he'd probably get a laugh out of it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationship news, my dating life still sucks. I'm not really putting in any effort right now at finding my soulmate. I'm leaving it up to a higher power (Are you listening God?) to help me. With that said, I will continue to live by the following mottos: "If it's meant to happen, it will" or "Good things come to those who wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of things I desire in my life, I got inspired to make a vision board after having watched &lt;em&gt;The Secret&lt;/em&gt; last year. Also, I've seen a few different &lt;em&gt;Oprah&lt;/em&gt; segments on how the &lt;em&gt;Laws of Attraction&lt;/em&gt; work and how it has changed peoples lives after having made their own board. I immediately began brainstorming and wrote down some things I thought I was lacking or missing in my life; however, I also wrote down what I have to be thankful for. The next step was to find some pics I had and to search for more. All I have left to do now is to paste these pics on my board and write some inspiring words around them. Once my board is complete, I'll try posting a pic of it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, thanks go George Dub-ya, we're in a recession. With that said, I hate my job! Back in January, the same week I started school, I was let go from my job of 1-1/2 years due to budget cuts. I was in shock when I got the news because I wasn't expecting it. So I waited a bit until the school semester ended and then submited my resume to a few different organizations. Alas, no one was hiring. In the back of my mind, I told myself that I didn't want to take a job at school until I was desperate. One major reason behind this is because they pay s***!! Unfortunately, I can't afford to live off of what they pay. Well, I did what I said I wasn't going to do and got hired. The way things were handled the first week I started I would never wish on anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I will continue applying for other jobs because I really need to make more $$ to pay the bills and I need to be challenged. It's times like these when I wish I was in business for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4999067051800097472?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4999067051800097472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4999067051800097472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4999067051800097472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4999067051800097472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SIlXx8UtO-I/AAAAAAAAANw/BzN1xpH_wpo/s72-c/Extra_news.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2334025415410989852</id><published>2008-07-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:45.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><title type='text'>Flakey People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SHZOQJ0eV5I/AAAAAAAAANo/xNVSLPwlehs/s1600-h/disappointed+sad+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446857403553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SHZOQJ0eV5I/AAAAAAAAANo/xNVSLPwlehs/s320/disappointed+sad+face.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever counted on someone to keep his/her word and then when he/she doesn't, you get extremely annoyed and frustrated, and wonder why did I bother in the first place? This happened to me on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, as I was walking towards my neighbor's house, I saw her walking in to her house. I've known her for about 27 years &amp;amp; have always considered her like a second mother. I was on my way to go for a walk when I asked if she wanted to join me. After a few minutes, she said yes and I waited for her to get ready. We proceeded going on our 30 minute walk and talked about what each of us has been doing lately. On our way back home, the neighbors across the street saw us and struck up a conversation with us. They commented on how walking was good exercise. Then I hear my second mom say that we were planning on going for another walk tomorrow. As I left her house, we briefly discussed our plans and I left to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's about 7:00 pm on Wednesday and I call her home, and her hubby answers the phone. He explains that she isn't home yet, but that he was going to try her on her cell. After a few bad connections, he finally got a hold of her. He asked where she was &amp;amp; she stated that she was getting her nails done. I thanked her husband for having made the call and hung up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt really disappointed with my neighbor. I was taking her word that we had made plans. But then she doesn't have the courtesy to call to say she couldn't go after all. I just don't get it. I can understand if she forgot, but I just didn't like how she left me just hanging. I'm not very fond of people who suddenly flake out on their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I am better off just doing things by myself. I'm not going to let these types of situations happen to me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2334025415410989852?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2334025415410989852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2334025415410989852' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2334025415410989852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2334025415410989852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/07/flakey-people.html' title='Flakey People'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SHZOQJ0eV5I/AAAAAAAAANo/xNVSLPwlehs/s72-c/disappointed+sad+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-8732998331748109558</id><published>2008-07-03T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:48:42.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="240" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1382/1382808k46du6elat.gif" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope everyone has a safe and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Enjoy this time with your family and friends. As for me, I may skip the festivities this year and just watch it from my house. Then again, I might go for a walk since the fireworks show is so close by to where I live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, and I wanted to wish a Happy B-day to my niece/Goddaughter (Angela), who turns 23 on July 3rd! She gets to spend her b-day week in one of my favorite cities, San Diego. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-8732998331748109558?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8732998331748109558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=8732998331748109558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8732998331748109558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8732998331748109558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2572642524909867652</id><published>2008-07-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:43:35.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok, I just have to give props to the woman who created this YouTube video of my crush...oops, I meant our crush, Jonathan Knight. Pay attention to the song on the video. Does it sound familiar?! ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, Mr. Knight really isn't the perfect guy, but he is perfect for me! lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7vBZyLWpTuk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7vBZyLWpTuk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2572642524909867652?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2572642524909867652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2572642524909867652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2572642524909867652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2572642524909867652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect-guy.html' title='The Perfect Guy'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-912584092543529435</id><published>2008-06-29T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:29:17.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>It's Survey Time!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I stole this survey from S's blog and decided I wanted to fill it out, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1 What time did you get up this morning? 8:00 am&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or Pearls? Pearls&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Bucket List, which was back in February!&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? Not watching much TV at the moment, but I guess I'd have to say Ugly Betty.&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you eat for breakfast? Kellogg's Corn flakes &lt;br /&gt;6. What foods do you dislike? Liver, red bell peppers.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite potato chip? Doritos Cool Ranch&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? The one my friend Amy made me. It consists of the new song by NKOTB &amp;amp; some of their older songs from their greatest hits CD.&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive? Civic LX&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich? Roast Beef&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristics do you despise? Arrogance and rudeness&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes? T-shirts, shorts&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? I'd love to go to Spain or Italy, but I'd also love to travel to the East Coast, particularly to Florida &amp;amp; Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;14. What color is your bathroom? Blue&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite brand of clothing? Old Navy, Ann Taylor, Charter Club.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day? Early evening.&lt;br /&gt;17. Where would you want to retire to? Maybe Hawaii or Florida.&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite sports to watch? Don't watch much sports, but it would probably be Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;19. Coke or Pepsi? Neither.&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you a morning person or night owl? Neither, but I'm definitely NOT a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;21. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? Going to be living out a 20 year dream in October with some of my new gal pals! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;22. What did you want to be when you were little? A teacher or reporter.&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your best childhood memory? Spending a few Christmases with my mother's family in So Cal.&lt;br /&gt;24. Nicknames? Line (from my mother) &amp;amp; Pixie (from my brother).&lt;br /&gt;25. Piercings? Ears. Yes, I know I'm pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;26. Eye Color? Brown&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite day of the week? Friday&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite restaurant? Tex Wasabi's in Santa Rosa, CA&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite ice cream? The Fortune Cookie Ice-cream at Tex Wasabi's.&lt;br /&gt;30. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Macy's, Ann Taylor Loft.&lt;br /&gt;31. Bedtime? Usually 10:45ish&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now? Some songs in my iTunes folder.&lt;br /&gt;33. How many tattoos do you have? None&lt;br /&gt;34. Next film you'll see? Possibly "Get Smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-912584092543529435?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/912584092543529435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=912584092543529435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/912584092543529435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/912584092543529435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-survey-time.html' title='It&apos;s Survey Time!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4169473990353544045</id><published>2008-06-29T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:45.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><title type='text'>Pondering thoughts about the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SGgMhdvjtlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XhCHr_IdXKk/s1600-h/future+famly+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217433937368036946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SGgMhdvjtlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XhCHr_IdXKk/s320/future+famly+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last week, I was at the mall running an errand. I had about 2 1/2 hours to kill before I had to return to campus, so I sat in my car. As I waited, I saw this fairly young woman (in her early 30's) taking a stroller out of her car. She had what looked like her 4-5 month old daughter with her. She paid precise caution to assembling the stroller and then placing her child in it. Just one vehicle away from her, I noticed her struggle a little bit, but at the same time she kept her cool and what I saw was this nurturing mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After observing this woman with her baby, I began to ask myself, "Will I ever get to a point in my life where I'll become a mother?" I'll be honest. I've always told my mother that she may not be getting anymore grandchildren on top of the 3 she already has. A part of me believed that maybe it wasn't "in the cards" for me to become a mother. The other part of me believed that I would find "Mr. Right", get married, and possibly have children and we'd bring them up in this "crazy" world together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts bring me back to the last time I visited my family in So Cal. I was holding my (second) cousin's 8 month old daughter and enjoyed playing with her and touching her chubby, little arms and cheeks. But then I started thinking about her future. What is she going to be like when she becomes a teenager? Will she start rebelling because of peer pressure or will she be this studious adolescent who listens to her parents? I know that having children is a BIG responsibility and it's very hard work, but I do hear that the rewards are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I happened to be in the art supply aisle at Wal-Mart when I heard this familiar voice. It was my ex co-worker, Mari, who I hadn't seen since April. We were chatting away and as I asked her 7 year old daughter a question, Mari's 7 month old son just kept staring at me. I started making faces at him &amp;amp; went right for touching his cheeks! He would just smile and wouldn't give up staring at me. I told her that I wish I had the same "animal" magnetism on older guys as I did with the younger ones! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all these babies that have crossed my path lately, is this some sort of sign? Is my biological ticking? It's hard to say. I know that God has a plan for everyone and if I'm meant to be a wife and mother, then so be it. Otherwise, I'll continue living as a content, single woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4169473990353544045?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4169473990353544045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4169473990353544045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4169473990353544045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4169473990353544045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/06/pondering-thoughts-about-future.html' title='Pondering thoughts about the future'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SGgMhdvjtlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XhCHr_IdXKk/s72-c/future+famly+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3243124935961872169</id><published>2008-06-15T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:45.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>A Night at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SFVkfRfmLAI/AAAAAAAAANY/nmCHJrhO2-c/s1600-h/The+Notebook+movie+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212182632185867266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SFVkfRfmLAI/AAAAAAAAANY/nmCHJrhO2-c/s320/The+Notebook+movie+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I didn't have to venture very far to see a movie. I turned on the TV and started watching &lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt;. I know this movie came out in 2004, but I never got around to watching it the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why so many women fell in love with this movie. It had its sad moments, yet it was very romantic. Ok, I'll admit that I cried my eyes out during several scenes. I don't think I've ever cried so much while watching a film. Call me a hopeless romantic. Anyway, it's the typical scenario of boy meets girl, then boy loses girl, then girl finds boy before she marries someone else hoping there still might be a chance with boy, and then she must choose who she loves more...the poor, down-to-earth boy or the rich, All-American boy? You get the point. And of course you know how the movie ends...they live happily ever after despite a few obstacles. Don't you just wish the "happily ever after" part could happen in real life? Yes, I do too, but life just isn't that simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to say that if I could go back in time, it would probably be to the 1940s. I loved the clothes and the styles from this era, and the music was pretty mellow too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3243124935961872169?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3243124935961872169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3243124935961872169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3243124935961872169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3243124935961872169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-at-movies.html' title='A Night at the Movies'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SFVkfRfmLAI/AAAAAAAAANY/nmCHJrhO2-c/s72-c/The+Notebook+movie+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-6683858677018618664</id><published>2008-06-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:45.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><title type='text'>A (K)night I will soon remember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SEnF_znXewI/AAAAAAAAANI/32t3nB8IUxE/s1600-h/NKOTB_Summertime+single+banner+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208912144008444674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SEnF_znXewI/AAAAAAAAANI/32t3nB8IUxE/s320/NKOTB_Summertime+single+banner+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so my favorite band, New Kids on the Block (if you haven't guessed it by now) are coming to town! For weeks I had been wondering when they'd be touring the West Coast. Well, on May 16th, during their performance on the &lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; show, the new dates were announced and I am now on countdown mode! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had every intention of going to the L.A. show, scheduled for October 8th, but opted not to go because of school and the fact that my friend, H6 (the # distinguishes her from the others since she &amp;amp; the other 5 have the same name), couldn't make it. Then there's the San Diego show, which is now taking place two days before Turkey Day. I plan on attending this show with my (almost--eek!) 25 year old niece, who lives in SD. I know two shows might be a bit too much, but hey, I'm making up for lost time! If I could attend more, I would. I've read that some other fans will be attending 4+ shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time I saw the Kids in concert, which was in December 1989 at the Oakland Coliseum Arena. Unfortunately, the last time I saw them was in April 1994 at the Konocti Harbor Resort. The Konocti concert didn't really count since Jon wasn't there. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I predict that the best concert ever &amp;amp; the one I'll never forget will be on October 10th, when 3 of my new friends (all women, of course) and I have &lt;strong&gt;VIP&lt;/strong&gt; tickets for the San Jose show! Ok, so we have to drive about 2 hours, but it'll all be worth it! Our VIPs include a pre-party show, some cool gifts, awesome seats, and a meet &amp;amp; greet with the guys! Though my friends &amp;amp; I won't know exactly where we'll be sitting 'til the day of the concert, we're all ecstatic because our dreams are finally coming true! Someone pinch me because after 20 years, I may finally get to meet my celebrity/non-celebrity crush, Jonathan Knight! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say that 2008 started off a bit rocky for me for various reasons. I'd say, though, that within the last 3 months or so, I've felt a lot happier than I did before. I just have to remember to stay positive and be grateful for everything I do have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-6683858677018618664?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6683858677018618664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=6683858677018618664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6683858677018618664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6683858677018618664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/06/knight-i-will-soon-remember.html' title='A (K)night I will soon remember!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SEnF_znXewI/AAAAAAAAANI/32t3nB8IUxE/s72-c/NKOTB_Summertime+single+banner+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-837776124323138095</id><published>2008-06-03T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:46.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disadvantages to getting older'/><title type='text'>Dose of Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SETESd6hJUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/E0Z2TxDsmSg/s1600-h/frustrated+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207502890693895490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SETESd6hJUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/E0Z2TxDsmSg/s320/frustrated+pic.gif" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Several months back, my niece told me about this store in a neighboring town where you can sell clothes you no longer want &amp;amp; possibly get some money back for them. So last Friday, I finally had time to go to this store to try selling my old pair of jeans. We waited for about 30 minutes when I noticed my niece's name was written on the board. Ok, so they finished looking at her stuff, but what about mine? I went up to the young store clerk &amp;amp; she told me that they couldn't buy any of my jeans. The good news for my niece was that they were buying some of her stuff. This was not a great night for me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that this store &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;purchases items to sell to a younger democraphic, meaning if you're 25 years or younger OR you're under a size 7, they'll gladly buy your items. Sadly, all my 22 year old niece could say to me was, "Well, I sometimes see mothers in the store too." Yes, these mothers go to this store because they're selling their kids old clothes or because they are a size 0 to 4! Even though I'm trying my hardest to lose some weight, I'm NEVER going to be wearing anything that resembles what a teen or 20-something wears these days. Can I help it if I have curves that I prefer to cover? Also, do you know how hard it is to shop when you're height challenged? I dress to be comfortable, not uncomfortable. Ok, so maybe that's my problem. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, on our way back through town, guess who I saw heading towards us in the opposite direction? Yes, it was none other than Mr. Cutie. Boy, was he a sight for sore eyes! Actually, I saw a photo of him about two weeks ago in the local newspaper. The man sure knows how to dress for summer: t-shirt, shorts and flip flops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the bright side, I recently met two young women (both in their 20s)--on separate occasions--and we started talking about things when they asked me my age. One guessed 22 or 23 &amp;amp; the other 25. Then I told them my real age &amp;amp; they couldn't believe it! These compliments sure brightened up my day! :) I owe it all to my parents for my good genes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-837776124323138095?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/837776124323138095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=837776124323138095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/837776124323138095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/837776124323138095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/06/dose-of-reality.html' title='Dose of Reality'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SETESd6hJUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/E0Z2TxDsmSg/s72-c/frustrated+pic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3393795630909487172</id><published>2008-05-27T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:50:39.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Back from my hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/582/582583dvl7zwrsmr.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, school is finally over and I can relax for the next 2 1/2 weeks! I need to get caught up on a few things around the house before I start summer school next month. And I had to put off my internship with the publication for another semester or two. Just didn't think I'd have enough hours to pull it off this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 2nd, my friend L and I went to go see one of our favorite bands perform: Duran Duran! We had a blast! We were seated about 50 yards away, which meant that we couldn't really see the guys up-close. Thank God for my binoculars and the 2 big screen TVs next to the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys from the U.K. first played 4 new tracks (Falling Down, Nite Runner, The Valley, and Red Carpet Massacre) off their latest CD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red Carpet Massacre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Soon after, they played about 10 oldies, which included: Rio, The Reflex, Hungry Like the Wolf, A View to a Kill, Wild Boys, Girls on Film, Come Undone, and Planet Earth. The last time I saw the boys in concert was in March 2005, when guitarist Andy Taylor was still in the band. I think this concert, by far, was their best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I tried giving the guys equal viewing time, but my heart still belongs to Roger Taylor, the drummer. Despite him sitting behind the drums most of the time, I caught him smiling once or twice at the crowd. I was finally glad to see him out in front for one song so that the whole crowd could see him with the other guys. When I was younger, I used to think Roger resembled Johnny Depp, who I also had a crush on back then. Anyway, RT still looks good! My friend L had a great time too, but I think she spent most of the time drooling over the other Taylor lad...John! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert is now a total blur to me because it went by so quickly. After 30 years together, Duran Duran still has it and I'm certain they'll be around for a while longer. Heck, if the Rolling Stones, who are all in the early to mid 60's, are still performing, so can Duran Duran, who range in age from 44 to 50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next round of concerts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pgm-xrI9-9M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pgm-xrI9-9M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3393795630909487172?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3393795630909487172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3393795630909487172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3393795630909487172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3393795630909487172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-my-hiatus.html' title='Back from my hiatus'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-8241773821236337777</id><published>2008-05-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:34:42.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 106px; HEIGHT: 121px" height="100" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/446/446811g2cdvd6z62.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img height="202" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/197/197728w7u80kq4u8.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been way behind in keeping my blog up-to-date, but my hands have been so full with school (let's put the blame on my Algebra class for this). I want to blog about the &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duran Duran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concert I went to 2 weeks ago and about the stuff I'm looking forward to this summer. As soon as I'm finished with my final exams {I'll be celebrating on May 21st}, I'll post some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, don't forget that the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;New Kids on the Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be performing live for the first time in 15 years (so looking forward to Jonathan's return to the stage) on NBC's &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;show on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Friday, May 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Their new song, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Summertime",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be released on iTunes on May 13th, and more fall tour dates [hoping the West Coast is on this list] will be released within the next couple of weeks and months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-8241773821236337777?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8241773821236337777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=8241773821236337777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8241773821236337777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8241773821236337777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/05/lack-of-posts.html' title='Lack of Posts'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-6307718465072858122</id><published>2008-04-26T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:32:51.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>Wasting time vs. doing my homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where is your cell phone? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your significant other? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Somewhere in Cali or in another state. When you find him, please send him back to me. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washed &amp;amp; dry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Keeping herself busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visiting his brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Music, music &amp;amp; more music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your dream last night? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I've never dreampt about NKOTB until today. I was talking to Jordan and as he left, I then went to talk to Jon when suddenly he started grilling me as to why I was talking to his brother. I gave Jon a piece of my mind {which isn't at all like me} &amp;amp; then walked away. Geez, I'd like to think that if I ever got the opportunity to meet him {a girl can dream, right?!}, that this wouldn't happen. Though I do hear that Jonathan is a sweetheart! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite drink? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Alcoholic: Appletini; Non-Alcoholic: Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream/goal? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, but I have more than one: For my family to be healthy, to finish paying off my car (just 11 mos. to go), become a homeowner, to finish school, and to take a trip along the East Coast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room you’re in? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your ex? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't know &amp;amp; don't care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Failure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, since I'll probably still be in school, I'd like to be working towards my (future) career.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dinner @ CK House with my Godsister. We used to be real tight (like sisters) up until about 4 years ago when she suddenly dropped out of sight and moved in with her b/f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you’re not? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loud &amp;amp; assertive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blueberry or Banana Walnut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish list items? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To interview those 5 guys from Beantown!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In Northern Cali, in the heart of wine country. No, I'm not a fan of the rain or fog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Spoke with L about our plans for the concert this Friday. Just 6 more days to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Navy Blue sweats &amp;amp; a San Diego Zoo t-shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your TV? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Was a gift to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pets? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A 6 year old Dell PC. I will never ever buy from Dell again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet and funny at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Excited about seeing Duran Duran on May 2nd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your car? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Honda Civic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you’re not wearing? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Old Navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't wait! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like someone? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No, unless you count a celebrity crush, who was living as a non-celebrity for the last 14 years. Technically speaking, is he still considered a celebrity?! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; comes in a close 2nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;About 2 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last Saturday when I received a copy of the magazine with my article in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will repost this? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-6307718465072858122?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/6307718465072858122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=6307718465072858122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6307718465072858122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/6307718465072858122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/04/wasting-time-vs-doing-my-homework.html' title='Wasting time vs. doing my homework'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5288293758756474093</id><published>2008-04-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:47.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Published Article'/><title type='text'>My First Article!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAvOUiSuV7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/tXF4TsP33Bc/s1600-h/Magazine+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191469847672674226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAvOUiSuV7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/tXF4TsP33Bc/s320/Magazine+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAlSp2Z3S-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/txPbrJkVGhU/s1600-h/Check+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAlSj2Z3S9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VKOIFZCWr2g/s1600-h/Check+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Reality has finally settled in! I'm happy to report that my article has now been published!! YEAH!! I just received my copy last Saturday, so the rest of the viewing public will have a chance to read it this next week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I noticed that &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I had e-mailed the publication with my final edits in March, they added or changed a few sentences/phrases. One example is the final sentence at the very end of the story. I wrote something different and what they changed it to just doesn't make gramatically sense to me. In addition, I found one or two typos. I know, I know, no one's perfect, but I distinctly remember the editor telling me that they pride themselves in their work and making sure that all their "i's" are dotted and that their "t's" are crossed. Well, I guess this is all to be expected in the publishing world. Overall, I'm pleased with the final product, which came out to six pages. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I will e-mail my blog friends the link to the article soon! Unfortunately, the online version of the publication only has room to post the story; therefore, no photos will be included. Hey, what matters the most is that my name is on the story! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5288293758756474093?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5288293758756474093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5288293758756474093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5288293758756474093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5288293758756474093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-article.html' title='My First Article!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAvOUiSuV7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/tXF4TsP33Bc/s72-c/Magazine+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-538119974535309197</id><published>2008-04-17T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:49.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Thursday Fun</title><content type='html'>Saw this on S's blog and thought it would be fun to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/"&gt;http://www.photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt; (don't sign in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Type in the answer to the questions below in the search box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use only pictures found on the first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA1KlKQT5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dxIHp0G_ShY/s1600-h/Second+Lina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188205226620899218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA1KlKQT5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dxIHp0G_ShY/s320/Second+Lina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA6XFKQUDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hGXvmOLmh6I/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188210938927403058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="268" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA6XFKQUDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hGXvmOLmh6I/s320/blue.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA2TlKQT7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/gG1UsDS2BnI/s1600-h/Jon+%40+TODAY+show_Apr+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188206480751349682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA2TlKQT7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/gG1UsDS2BnI/s320/Jon+%40+TODAY+show_Apr+2008.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Music you're listening to now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SADaBFKQUFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZH3CTPBnGRY/s1600-h/Natasha+Bedingfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188386482830725202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SADaBFKQUFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZH3CTPBnGRY/s320/Natasha+Bedingfield.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA20lKQT8I/AAAAAAAAALA/A3EA94bhaiw/s1600-h/Pop.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA7FVKQUEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hXia6ov_H7A/s1600-h/Michael+Vartan+%26+Drew+Barrymore_NBK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188211733496352834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA7FVKQUEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hXia6ov_H7A/s320/Michael+Vartan+%26+Drew+Barrymore_NBK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Disney princess? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA35lKQT-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/exGo7nAEYjg/s1600-h/Cinderella+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188208233098006498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA35lKQT-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/exGo7nAEYjg/s320/Cinderella+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite alcoholic beverage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA4I1KQT_I/AAAAAAAAALY/D6lf4auEXmg/s1600-h/Appletini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188208495091011570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA4I1KQT_I/AAAAAAAAALY/D6lf4auEXmg/s320/Appletini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dream vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA5HlKQUAI/AAAAAAAAALg/RaX4OUfC_-8/s1600-h/Maldives+Island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188209573127802882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA5HlKQUAI/AAAAAAAAALg/RaX4OUfC_-8/s320/Maldives+Island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite dessert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA5UlKQUBI/AAAAAAAAALo/4yggQocLcKI/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188209796466102290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA5UlKQUBI/AAAAAAAAALo/4yggQocLcKI/s320/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA5lFKQUCI/AAAAAAAAALw/E-touIz-ASM/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188210079933943842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA5lFKQUCI/AAAAAAAAALw/E-touIz-ASM/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-538119974535309197?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/538119974535309197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=538119974535309197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/538119974535309197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/538119974535309197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/04/thursday-fun.html' title='Thursday Fun'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAA1KlKQT5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dxIHp0G_ShY/s72-c/Second+Lina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4826256970544304374</id><published>2008-04-11T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:49.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The New Kids are back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAANRlKQT4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/rhcgoX1bV6c/s1600-h/NKOTB+on+TODAY_4-4-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAANRlKQT4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/rhcgoX1bV6c/s1600-h/NKOTB+on+TODAY_4-4-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/SAANRlKQT4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/rhcgoX1bV6c/s1600-h/NKOTB+on+TODAY_4-4-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_wBL2Se8sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Cy4ZrbsrmfA/s1600-h/NKOTB_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187022173887197890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_wBL2Se8sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Cy4ZrbsrmfA/s320/NKOTB_2008.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The New Kids on the Block appeared on the "TODAY" show exactly one week ago and let me just say that it was great to see the guys back together again! Fourteen years was definitely way too long! The guys are looking pretty good, especially Jonathan Knight! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The "Kids" confirmed that they'll be releasing a greatest hits CD in May (which will contain 4 new tracks), a new album due out this summer (some reports say August), and they'll be touring worldwide this fall. Word has it that there's a TV show in the works too, which is scheduled to air this summer. I'm thinking it's more of a documentary rather than a reality show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I guess I can wait several more months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY show - Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmPLoDNkgXs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY show - Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLa-e6T6rKI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4826256970544304374?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4826256970544304374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4826256970544304374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4826256970544304374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4826256970544304374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-kids-are-back.html' title='The New Kids are back!'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_wBL2Se8sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Cy4ZrbsrmfA/s72-c/NKOTB_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2528823752610200935</id><published>2008-03-31T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:49.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>NKOTB Reunion News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_GLB2Se8rI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yhag-4uDU-k/s1600-h/NKOTB_94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184077509949321906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_GLB2Se8rI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yhag-4uDU-k/s320/NKOTB_94.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The rumors can stop now because this information has been confirmed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news is for any 21 to 30+ year old woman, who, in the late 80s and early 90s, grew up listening to the pop tunes of the now famous Boston-based group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To mark the 20th anniversary of the debut of "Hangin' Tough," original boy band predecessors, &lt;strong&gt;NKOTB&lt;/strong&gt;--formerly known as &lt;strong&gt;New Kids on the Block&lt;/strong&gt;--are finally getting back together! Brothers Jonathan (my favorite) and Jordan Knight, Joe McIntyre, Donnie Wahlberg, and Danny Wood will be reuniting on &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NBC's "Today"&lt;/em&gt; show on &lt;em&gt;Friday, April 4th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This news has been 14 years in the making! The "Kids" all went their separate ways in 1994 (Joe and Jordan had solo music careers, Donnie became a Hollywood actor, Danny is a record producer, and Jonathan became a real estate developer), which left many female, teen-aged hearts broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recent news makes us "Blockheads"--the nickname that the media dubbed the New Kids fans--all giddy inside and is bringing back fond childhood memories of the songs "(You Got It) The Right Stuff," "Please Don't Go Girl," and "Hangin' Tough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Kids" will be appearing on the &lt;em&gt;"Today"&lt;/em&gt; show to announce the release of their 'Greatest Hits' CD (featuring 4 new tracks), a new album (to be released later this year), and a possible concert tour {here's hoping that my area will be on their itinerary}!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready for the "Kids" return. Are you?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ5eZSa7URA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2528823752610200935?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2528823752610200935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2528823752610200935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2528823752610200935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2528823752610200935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/nkotb-reunion-news.html' title='NKOTB Reunion News'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_GLB2Se8rI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yhag-4uDU-k/s72-c/NKOTB_94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4299270396244807923</id><published>2008-03-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:49.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidential funny'/><title type='text'>Just couldn't resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_BSNGSe8pI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LxR-thKNxXE/s1600-h/anti-GeorgeW+button.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183733556083356306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_BSNGSe8pI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LxR-thKNxXE/s320/anti-GeorgeW+button.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your days are numbered, George W! I really hope someone better and smarter is elected to run this country--someone who's capable of not looking like a buffoon. May the best person win! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4299270396244807923?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4299270396244807923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4299270396244807923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4299270396244807923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4299270396244807923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-couldnt-resist.html' title='Just couldn&apos;t resist'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R_BSNGSe8pI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LxR-thKNxXE/s72-c/anti-GeorgeW+button.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2278557014416980381</id><published>2008-03-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:50.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>The Dilemma of Being Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-6nU2Se8oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2kWKMIaNsAo/s1600-h/Haven%27t+met+Mr.+Right+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183264197762282114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-6nU2Se8oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2kWKMIaNsAo/s320/Haven%27t+met+Mr.+Right+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a conversation with a cousin of mine from So Cal, who happens to be 2 years older than me. I hadn't talked to her in a while, so our conversation was a little overdue. She discussed her problmes with men and with a certain popular, online dating web site. Some of the guys on this site tend to embellish their personal information, which really frustrates her. Some men will say that they're 40, when in fact they're 50! And might I say that a lot of men tend to post pics of themselves that are either old or are a little misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my cousin felt comfortable speaking to me about her situation because I have been/am in the same predicament when it comes to guys. I tried online dating some years back, but I found that it just wasn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion about these dating web sites are that they have their pros and cons. Some pros are that if you're very particular (i.e. picky) on who you want to meet and want to eliminate certain characteristics (i.e. non-smoker vs. non-smoker, etc.) your potential mate may possess, then these sites are for you. But based on my experience, I found more cons than pros. I personally would prefer to meet someone at a grocery store, or at a friend's house, or just by chance. The bar scene isn't an option for me either. Why is it so hard to find a decent guy, especially one who likes you for YOU, who is down-to-earth, shares similar values and interests, is honest and who doesn't play games, and one who doesn't fall for a woman twice as younger than him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had lunch with a former co-worker. She was on maternity leave during the time I was laid off from my last job, so we never got to say our good-byes. She had some work gossip to tell me, as well as wanting to share some new photos of her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of lunch, my friend asked me if I had a boyfriend yet. I told her "no" and that I honestly didn't want one at this point. I told her that all of the guys I've had feelings for have broken my heart because they were either dating someone prettier, or closer to their age, or a lot younger. I basically told her that I'm leaving everything &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[and this is where I sound like a broken record]&lt;/span&gt; in God's hands for now. Though I would prefer not to be alone for the rest of my life, I'll learn to accept what God has planned for me. If his plans don't include finding love, then maybe they'll include finding a career in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend and I left the Pub, I saw this event sign {see below} that describes my general feelings towards guys at the moment. And I know I'm not the only woman who thinks so too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182979905287025266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="97" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-2kw2Se8nI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vijFtaqF9Yg/s320/men-r-pigs+event+pic.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for your viewing pleasure, here's a video by one of my favorite bands. Their song sums up this subject best! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yvw8LwNmDnM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2278557014416980381?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2278557014416980381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2278557014416980381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2278557014416980381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2278557014416980381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/dilemma-of-being-single.html' title='The Dilemma of Being Single'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-6nU2Se8oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2kWKMIaNsAo/s72-c/Haven%27t+met+Mr.+Right+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-4447548748200621671</id><published>2008-03-26T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:50.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182181178808922706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-rOU2Se8lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HjoqhSRmz2Q/s320/hillary+rodham+clinton+artistic+pic.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182186736496603746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-rTYWSe8mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0L3LlaVR_0w/s320/Barack+Obama_caricature.gif" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on Spring Break this week and am very much enjoying my time off! However, I do have homework, which I must complete before I go back on Monday. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm currently working on a report about the Presidential candidates, but I'm having a little trouble with it. It seems like all the research data that I've found is a little redundant. I've gone to various web sites (specifically, the candidates' sites) to try to find more info., but I somehow come across similar data that I've found on other sites. I've been trying to keep my eyes and ears open for more TV news stories, but I can only tolerate so much info. until it gets to be overwhelming and then before you know it, I'm channel surfing. I knew there was a reason why I never liked politics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-4447548748200621671?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/4447548748200621671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=4447548748200621671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4447548748200621671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/4447548748200621671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-blues.html' title='Spring Break Blues'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-rOU2Se8lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HjoqhSRmz2Q/s72-c/hillary+rodham+clinton+artistic+pic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-3804294148384136247</id><published>2008-03-22T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:08:28.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="217" src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1075/1075817nwgxudc8du.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.layoutsduh.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope everyone has a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-3804294148384136247?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/3804294148384136247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=3804294148384136247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3804294148384136247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/3804294148384136247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-2719035056531612761</id><published>2008-03-19T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:55.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><title type='text'>A Sight for Sore Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days ago, as I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of my college campus, I observed something rather interesting. A young woman--probably in her early 20's--was wearing these black, 5 inch heels, just like the ones in the pic below! I had never seen any woman, let alone a college student, wear "Stripper" heels before. You usually don't see these types of shoes on a girl, unless: 1) She's an actual stripper or 2) She's a "lady of the night." Needless to say, her feet/heels definitely got noticed that day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-GW42Se8iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OPHuZ6J8oCs/s1600-h/ugly+5+inch+heel_womans+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179586949842661922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-GW42Se8iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OPHuZ6J8oCs/s320/ugly+5+inch+heel_womans+shoe.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-GLkGSe8hI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WB4hI2svVA0/s1600-h/ugly+5+inch+heel_womans+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-2719035056531612761?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/2719035056531612761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=2719035056531612761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2719035056531612761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/2719035056531612761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/sight-for-sore-eyes.html' title='A Sight for Sore Eyes'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwQNkfEcr5Y/R-GW42Se8iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OPHuZ6J8oCs/s72-c/ugly+5+inch+heel_womans+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-5479122679696599685</id><published>2008-03-09T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:29:54.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>It's a Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freecodesource.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="105" src="http://img.freecodesource.com/myspace-graphics/images/summer%20time/animated/prod_471_12875.gif" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freecodesource.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a gorgeous day. It's about 70 degrees! The last week or so, we've been having some great weather, which I'm grateful for. However, I think we're due for some rain tomorrow or Tuesday. :( I'm not a big fan of the rain. All I can say is that I'm really looking forward to summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already ventured out and went for a walk/run. Now if I can only keep up my exercise routine is a different story. I need to make more time during the week to get more exercise. The problem is that I have a lot of homework and I can't seem to relax when I have school stuff going on. However, I know that if I continue working out daily, I'll stay healthy and ward off any future ailments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The added bonus to exercising is shedding some pounds that I no longer want or need! Yesterday, I gave in to my Chinese food craving (I think the last time I ordered some was about 8+ months ago); I haven't eaten a candy bar (I love toffee) for a very long time; unfortunately, eating potato chips (Doritos "Cool Ranch"...yum! They go so well with my sandwich) isn't helping me any; and I need to give up eating breads/pastries. I really would like to learn to eat healthier, but it can be hard sometimes because food is GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The goals I'm setting right now are to exercise more and to control my food intake by eating portions. I know that in the end, it'll all be worth it! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-5479122679696599685?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/5479122679696599685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=5479122679696599685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5479122679696599685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/5479122679696599685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-8631687697964580032</id><published>2008-03-05T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:21:52.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently came across this video from the 80s. Can you guess who the singing cutie is in the dark pink shirt? Here's a clue: He became a part of this popular, Latin singing group 15 years before he was "Livin la Vida Loca"! I know, I know. The song is kind of corny and bubblegum-ish, but I've always liked it! :) Aww...memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qaQ3O444sDM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qaQ3O444sDM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-8631687697964580032?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8631687697964580032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=8631687697964580032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8631687697964580032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8631687697964580032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/03/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-8171623892345993213</id><published>2008-02-28T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:44:14.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's a lot one could say about male drivers, young or old. I personally have a &lt;strong&gt;dislike &lt;/strong&gt;for them (with the exception of all my close male relatives)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They think they own the entire road. Today, I was in the right lane to catch the freeway when suddenly a young, male driver moves from the left lane onto my lane--cutting right in front of me! I can't even recall if he turned his turn signals on or not. About 20 minutes later, as I was nearing my exit to come home, this other guy, who was driving a green, sporty Buick, was tailgating me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No wonder their insurance premiums are so high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, I'll get off my "soapbox" for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-8171623892345993213?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/8171623892345993213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=8171623892345993213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8171623892345993213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/8171623892345993213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/02/male-drivers.html' title='Male Drivers'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1225841688584619508.post-672603079876570301</id><published>2008-02-28T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:28:28.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Another missed opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I received an e-mail from the editor of the publication that's publishing my story. She wanted to know if I'd be interested in taking on a project. The project consisted of writing 5 mini profiles for their upcoming "Best Of" issue. As much as I'd love the opportunity to get more writing experience, I really don't have time right now (maybe I could've written like two). They were willing to pay me for it too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason I couldn't do it was because of my stupid Math/Intermediate Algebra class, which has tried to take over my brain, but hasn't succeeded. :( If I ever come back in another life, it'll probably be as a mathematician! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Side note: Today I received a 2nd e-mail from the editor stating that she was anxious, so she ended up giving the project to someone else. Whew!! That's a load off my back. Either they really like me or they just need some new "blood" (i.e. writers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1225841688584619508-672603079876570301?l=littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/feeds/672603079876570301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1225841688584619508&amp;postID=672603079876570301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/672603079876570301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1225841688584619508/posts/default/672603079876570301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesisterpixie.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-missed-opportunity.html' title='Another missed opportunity'/><author><name>Little Sister Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01163265436744688090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
