<?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-3309251605727560646</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:47:05.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweater's on backwards</title><subtitle type='html'>...and inside out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-8879503519689506259</id><published>2010-01-12T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:46:35.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always.sometimes.never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;i always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;take my makeup off before bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wear blush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;have chapstick within reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;take a multivitamin every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tweeze my eyebrows at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;talk to my puppy like she's a real baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;paint my nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dry my hair with my car heater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drink &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eat an entire medium pizza in one sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get massages at the massage school ($30 = 1 hour!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drink without a straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forget to change my sheets once a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eat chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wear earrings and a necklace at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fly in an airplane without praying first (and during)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;want short hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leave home without pain medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-8879503519689506259?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/8879503519689506259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=8879503519689506259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/8879503519689506259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/8879503519689506259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2010/01/alwayssometimesnever.html' title='always.sometimes.never.'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-2336774902189173725</id><published>2010-01-06T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:32:53.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdness</title><content type='html'>ok, you may think this is mean, but you know you've thought it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever wonder why/how certain people got married? like that total random person from high school who was a complete dork is now married and has 3 kids and is the same age as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens to me every day on facebook. i'm not saying any of it is bad, it's just WEIRD. like, how in the world does someone live with you day in and day out. OR how are you mature enough to raise kids? i guess i will always think of these people as high schoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what's even worse is when someone your own age is already getting divorced. that's sad. you gotta be careful! i'm only getting married once...well, i guess most people say that. OR marry once for money and once for love. that could work, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423711672520936514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/S0TlB7TADEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dL57GXrqfSc/s200/becoever%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-2336774902189173725?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/2336774902189173725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=2336774902189173725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2336774902189173725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2336774902189173725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2010/01/weirdness.html' title='weirdness'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/S0TlB7TADEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dL57GXrqfSc/s72-c/becoever%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-1415016306200727488</id><published>2009-12-08T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:35:52.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>carbivore</title><content type='html'>i've recently started a low-carb diet. ok, i started on sunday. i thought this would be fairly easy to stick to since my favorite food is cheese! however, it is proving to be more difficult than i realized. i honestly don't see how this diet works. i mean, i'm eating a TON more fat than i normally do, so how in the world can i lose weight? anyway, i'm going to try and stick to it for at least 2 weeks. it's so hard, though. you don't realize how many carbs are in everything! anyway, i'm sick of all my clothes not fitting, so i'm trying an "easier" way of losing weight rather than starving myself (which is impossible - if i hear the world "pizza" then i HAVE to have it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing - all these blogs i read on here...the girls who have kids lose the baby weight SO fast..it's amazing. i want to know your secret! i know i haven't had a baby, but it seems like it would be harder for someone who just gave birth to lose weight rather than someone who hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i will stop dwelling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i don't really have anything interesting to write about...i don't really like writing about my everyday life for some reason. maybe it's too personal? i don't know - haven't figured out my reasoning yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would kill for a bagel right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-1415016306200727488?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/1415016306200727488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=1415016306200727488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/1415016306200727488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/1415016306200727488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2009/12/carbivore.html' title='carbivore'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-8916546838277344769</id><published>2009-11-11T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:26:04.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>* $$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SvrIVzlafcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/W4jAqOKxHVE/s1600-h/starbucks_christmas150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850979934272962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SvrIVzlafcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/W4jAqOKxHVE/s320/starbucks_christmas150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hate to base my entire day's attitude on my once-every-six-months stop at the &lt;a href="http://www.talkaboutcoffee.com/is_starbucks_evil.html"&gt;evil&lt;/a&gt; corporate coffee giant, but seeing as it's only 8:05am, i don't have much else to base it on. for the past few weeks, i've been contemplating purchasing one of the fall must-haves, the pumpkin spice latte. i typically try to steer clear of a) things that are ridiculously overpriced, b) things that contain more than my daily allotment of calories, and c) things that require me to leave earlier for work in the morning. however, today happened to be the day that i threw caution to the wind and induldged my expensive/fattening/time-consuming urge. (side note: this just happened to be the day that i &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be late to work because i was picking my boss up at the detailing shop where he was leaving his car for the day) i order a $3.65 tall (small) pumpkin spice latte, and pull up to the window with my 3 $1 bills and some odd change in my hand, only to be asked for $4.05. ok, maybe that is what it was supposed to cost, but i think tax here is only 8% (actually, that kind of makes sense...), but who cares...anyway... i am handed a HUGE christmas cup and told to have a nice day. perfect! i think i'm getting an extra nice treat...a venti (large) for the price of a tall (small)...even though it seemed a little expensive. ok i'm rambling....the point is this latte tastes just like a normal latte. i'm convinced i got the wrong drink. annoying, right? yeah i guess that's what i get for induldging an urge. i should just live my life by the book and follow the rules. but, see, now i don't ever want to go back to starbucks because i don't want to risk them messing up my order, because i only go ever time there's a blue moon (you know the saying..). i wonder if i go back and tell them that they messed up my last order if they will give me a free drink. DOUBT IT. if it was wal-mart they would...they give you your money back for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402851959054914466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SvrJOzF906I/AAAAAAAAAIw/yGsOdAw9QXU/s320/drevilstarbucks150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-8916546838277344769?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/8916546838277344769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=8916546838277344769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/8916546838277344769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/8916546838277344769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='* $$'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SvrIVzlafcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/W4jAqOKxHVE/s72-c/starbucks_christmas150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-9003220929026592966</id><published>2009-11-10T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:23:11.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>may 28</title><content type='html'>...was a LONG time ago. it seems like 7,000 years since i last "blogged." the word "blogged" sounds so funny/weird to me. like really geeky, but there's really no other way to describe it, so there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i read like 30 blogs of people i rarely speak to, but i enjoy it so much! i don't know why it is so hard for me to come up with something to write about. i guess writing about everyday stuff isn't interesting to me. maybe i can come up with a few things soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-9003220929026592966?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/9003220929026592966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=9003220929026592966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/9003220929026592966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/9003220929026592966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2009/11/may-28.html' title='may 28'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-2530471108006139610</id><published>2009-05-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:22:15.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workin on my fitness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sh8AOgZ22pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RQnfs3vr4rE/s1600-h/lauren1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340987932301253266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sh8AOgZ22pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RQnfs3vr4rE/s320/lauren1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to the gym today....the first time in a WHILE. it was so annoying because everyone there was like "where have you been" "are you in the wrong place" "you know this is the gym, right?" ok, i know i deserve it, but it's still annoying. and i've resorted to wearing big t-shirts to the gym instead of my usual cute sports bra and cute fitted tank tops. what? it's comfortable. but now i feel like i'm growing up and need to dress more conservative. no, i'm just kidding. i do it because i feel fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, my favorite guy on The Bachelorette is jake, the pilot. he is so sweet, and i feel like him and jillian had a really special/mushy date. but honestly, that show is so unrealistic...of course you are going to fall in love with someone when you never have to pay for anything, and all of your dates are extraordinary. so, why do i watch it? it's ridiculous, yet addicting. oh, and my least favorite is david. i can't stand jocks....the cocky kind. i think most of them are insecure anyway. and the other reason i watch the show is because of &lt;a href="http://www.ihategreenbeans.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. truly hysterical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really want to wear my hair with a braid in it like lauren conrad...or pretty much everyone in hollywood these days. it looks so simple, but i cannot do it for the life of me. it ends up looking really stupid. i'm just trying to unleash my inner hippie! namaste. &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/3309251605727560646-2530471108006139610?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/2530471108006139610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=2530471108006139610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2530471108006139610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2530471108006139610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-to-gym-today.html' title='workin on my fitness'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sh8AOgZ22pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RQnfs3vr4rE/s72-c/lauren1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-2416231854319741010</id><published>2009-05-27T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:20:11.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the saddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;wow...my last post was back in december. i guess i just haven't felt compelled to write about my life lately. i feel like my life is pretty boring compared to everyone with kids. however, i can't complain. i love my life right now and wouldn't change a thing. this post is going to be really random because that's just how i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was reading annalee's blog just now and for some reason it inspired me to write on my blog again. i have no idea why. maybe i just realized i need a creative outlet to put my thoughts on paper (or on the screen, in this case). i use &lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this site&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to organize all the blogs i read. it's neat because you go to this one site and it lets you know which blogs were recently updated. currently, i have 63 blogs that i read. actually, it's more like 20 since most of the people never update their blog (like me, so i really can't hate). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you are anything like me, you probably just scroll through posts looking for pictures. well, i hate to disappoint, but i put all of my pictures on facebook and don't really feel like copying them on here as well. sorry. i guess you will have to be REALLY interested in my life to keep checking back! all 3 of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been raining here for like 3 weeks straight. it is SO depressing. i never thought the weather affected my mood that much, but i finally see that it really does. not cool. at least we won't be in a drought this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK ENOUGH DEPRESSING STUFF....sorry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's summer....yay! i've started working 'summer hours' at work, which means i work four 9-hour days, then only work 4 hours on Friday. it is so hard to be here for 9 hours, but it's worth it to have friday afternoons off. i wonder what i'll do this friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok....go to this site....it's the funniest site ever: &lt;a href="http://www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com/"&gt;http://www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sh1MCboozVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rlgNkDCWUrA/s1600-h/the-pile-onawk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340508337792929106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sh1MCboozVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rlgNkDCWUrA/s320/the-pile-onawk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3309251605727560646-2416231854319741010?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/2416231854319741010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=2416231854319741010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2416231854319741010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2416231854319741010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-saddle.html' title='back in the saddle'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sh1MCboozVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rlgNkDCWUrA/s72-c/the-pile-onawk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-1442735738035651538</id><published>2008-12-29T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:50:23.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>between the sheets</title><content type='html'>so, if you know me, you know i'm not really into "nice" stuff. i'm talking like name brand anything. sure, i like the occasional 7 jeans or Dolce &amp;amp; Gabanna Light Blue, but as far as jewelry, purses, furniture, etc...i could care less. i'm happy with what i have and don't feel like going into debt to purchase wayyy nicer stuff. it's just not worth it to me. 95% of my furniture either came from a garage sale or my sister. but i love all of it...i'm a fan of the more classic look anyway. soooooo, i've always heard that one thing you should spend a bunch of money on is sheets. "your bed is your santuary" blah blah blah. i have been perfectly happy with my 100 count wal-mart sheets. but i'm beginning to buy into the whole 'santuary' saying. for christmas, i got some new sheets from my sister, mara. trust - these sheets are awesome. i never knew sheets could be this awesome! they are just so soft and stuff...i don't really know how to describe them, but they are veddy-nice. all this to say - i think there are some things worth spending a little more money on.....but right now sheets are the only thing i can think of. oh, and dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried vegetable chips? the fact that they are so salty makes up for the fact that they are made of vegetables. nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-1442735738035651538?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-4853408450634943689</id><published>2008-12-09T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:22:20.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a day's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;some people are so computer illiterate, it's shocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is exactly 2 months until my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my body cannot handle 3 doughnuts for breakfast anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes just pretending it didn't happen makes it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love love love christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think i have RLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm an obsessive list maker - i love checking things off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep the door shut until the toilet has flushed completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i found ants IN my wrapping paper - they were dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm liking the blonde more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;today was gorgeous! i didn't even need a jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my 'check engine' light has been on awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i disagree with some people's party etiquette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dad is one of the funniest people i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$3 wine is awesome - who cares if it's not 'classy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i drink almost everything with a straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'rodeo' by garth brooks is one of my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a dog is the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jamie lynn spears' baby-daddy is technically my distant cousin - not that i'm proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't so much want to get married, i just don't want to get divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sad feeling - when i leave my cell phone at home on accident and no one even calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't like really really tiny things....they weird me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i do not eat steak, peaches or (as of today) doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;......see this is what you do when you have nothing to blog about. :) it totally passes the time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-4853408450634943689?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/4853408450634943689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=4853408450634943689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/4853408450634943689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/4853408450634943689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-in-days-work.html' title='all in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-4125199038349254160</id><published>2008-11-11T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:38:57.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little advice from judy...</title><content type='html'>Always be a first rate version of yourself, and not a second rate version of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;- Judy Garland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to always compare myself to other people who i think are awesome. usually laid back, extremely nice, chilled out people - because that's the opposite of me, but qualities i wish i had. also people who have will power and discipline to accomplish things that aren't necessary but that fulfill some short term goal. and motivated people. i'm pretty motivated if it's something i really like or am good at, but otherwise i dread things. i'm totally rambling. does anyone know what i mean? anyway, i like what judy had to say...maybe i will try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note...does anyone watch gossip girl? it is my favorite show right now. don't judge me. it's my guilty pleasure. anyway, i think blake lively got a boob job. did anyone else notice this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-2221948001076168737</id><published>2008-10-28T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:28:04.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go cry about it, why don't you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SQcvAAq9V-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/nMfc-693TG0/s1600-h/Rainbow_Girl_Costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226366832400354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SQcvAAq9V-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/nMfc-693TG0/s320/Rainbow_Girl_Costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i got a speeding ticket yesterday. i was going 55 in a 40. um, everybody does 55 down that road. it's completely desserted and super straight. i tried to work up some tears when the police officer came to my window the first time, but of course they didn't come until he hands me my ticket. then i can't stop. i'm such a baby....or emotional at least. i'm lucky that this is only my 2nd speeding ticket. it was bound to happen sooner or later, and i'm a frequent speeder (mara, ignore that last sentence). then, on top of that, he informs me that my car tags have expired. ok, this is my first car where i've been responsible for the car tags. i didn't know what to do! but i figured it out. so now i'm going to go pay my $400 or whatever for new tags, license plate (i moved counties) and my ticket fine. and i have to go to driving school! how stupid. but guess what? now you can take it online! it's genius. and only $30. so anyway, yesterday was not the best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i got to spend much needed quality time with some very good girlfriends at "book club." always a good time. we were trying on halloween costumes, and i've decided on this one. trust me, it doesn't look this sexy on me. i used to be obsessed with rainbow brite. when i was little, i had 2 tv trays. one was rainbow brite and one was cabbage patch kids. whenever i had a friend over to play, i always made them use the cabbage patch tv tray, which at the time i thought was way less pretty than the rainbow brite. yeah, and i'm so wearing a side ponytail.&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/3309251605727560646-2221948001076168737?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/2221948001076168737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=2221948001076168737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2221948001076168737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2221948001076168737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-cry-about-it-why-dont-you.html' title='go cry about it, why don&apos;t you...'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SQcvAAq9V-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/nMfc-693TG0/s72-c/Rainbow_Girl_Costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-8293121440728715245</id><published>2008-10-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:09:47.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they're like totally real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SPuEamlMkXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vtjQTEXeTq0/s1600-h/spencer_heidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258942582453211506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SPuEamlMkXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vtjQTEXeTq0/s320/spencer_heidi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i'm in chicago for a convention. i got here on friday and checked into my hotel. for starters, this is probably the nicest hotel i've ever stayed in. they call me "miss timmerman" when i call for room service. and don't even get me started on the minibar. i've never seen so many options in my life. so what if a shot of grey goose costs $9! yeah, it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday night i decide to be brave and go to a bar by myself. i ask the concierge where i should go and he says right across the street. so i go right across the street to "lux bar." it's a pretty happenin place at 6pm. i suddenly feel super insecure and kind of panic. i've already bought a glass of wine so i can't leave. the place is packed and there's not anywhere to sit except for one seat at the bar. it's by this old man, so i say whatever and sit down. this man starts talking to me...which is cool....i can talk to a stranger. i meet his friends...more old men...who keep giving me compliments and standing so close to me that i can feel their spit...YUCK. they were cool, though. after about 30 minutes (note: there are some HOT guys standing near us that keep looking at me, but probably think i'm some kind of golddigger hanging out w/these men so they end up leaving and leaving me brokenhearted)...one of the men, mark (think mafia) askes me if i want to go get dinner at this really nice french restaurant. ok...look...i don't know anybody in this city...i'm just trying to have a glass of wine and soak up the culture. i do NOT want to go eat dinner with this guy, even if he &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; know donald trump and tony soprano. not impressed. so then the stalking starts. i don't want to go eat dinner, well what am i going to do? oh, i'm going to walk around. can he come with me? no you can't. can i get your cell phone number. NO, i have your card. no you cannot buy me another drink. SERIOUSLY. you are like 60...get away from me. by this point, i'm super scared to go anywhere else by myself. i walk around and end up going back to my hotel to eat room service. just so you don't feel sorry for me....their room service is like the best food i've ever had in my whole life. chicken w/cheese tortellini and cheesecake (2 days in a row...remember, i don't have any friends). oh, and also at the bar that night, one of the "friends" told me i needed to spit my gum out. he said it made me look trashy. OH REALLY? i look trashy? who are you to judge me you old man hitting on a young (ok, not so young) girl from alabama? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;most important part! i almost forgot! as i walk into my hotel (slyly (sp?) so mafia guys don't see me) guess who i make eye contact with standing at the front desk?? SPENCER PRATT. i know! and then there's heidi!!! i know that the hills is a stupid show and you can judge me or whatever, but i about freaked out. i tried to act cool and make them think i had no idea who they were. this girl was having her picture taken w/heidi and after s &amp;amp; h left in a cab, i heard the girl talking on her phone saying "i don't even LIKE heidi." nobody likes them - that's sad. and let me just tell you. spencer looks just as mean in person as he does on tv. and heidi wears a ton of makeup...shocker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;exciting times. and i shopped at h&amp;amp;m yesterday and the biggest Forever 21 i've ever seen. i like the cheap stuff, y'all. now i'm working....sitting at my booth. bored to death...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-8293121440728715245?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/8293121440728715245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=8293121440728715245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/8293121440728715245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/8293121440728715245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/10/theyre-like-totally-real.html' title='they&apos;re like totally real!'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SPuEamlMkXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vtjQTEXeTq0/s72-c/spencer_heidi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-7271608478161910494</id><published>2008-10-06T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:02:46.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm an artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SOp7cI8bTmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fNhioIwlzmw/s1600-h/random+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254147638648589922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SOp7cI8bTmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fNhioIwlzmw/s320/random+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bet you didn't know that! ok, not really. tonight i'm going to a little class called "sips n strokes." basically you are in a room with about 50 other people and everyone is watching a "real" artist paint a picture, and we just follow along. now, we are all painting the same thing, but everyone's painting turns out completely different. oh, and the most important part is that we drink wine the whole time! so fun! i think whoever came up with this concept is a total genius. you pay between $25 and $40 per painting, and all they have to provide is paint and canvasses! you bring your own wine. there are 5 locations in birmingham and one in atlanta, i think. something that's EXTRA special about tonight is that my sister is coming with me! she has never been before so it will be fun to do this with her. we don't get to spend much time together by ourselves without the kids. (LOVE the kids..don't get me wrong) my sister is not a big fan of wine (I KNOW..how are we in the same family?) so i probably won't be drinking either. especially since you-know-what still hasn't come in (see post below)! so, anyway, these are the two paintings i've done so far. these are the professional pictures so obviously mine don't look anything like them, but you get the idea. ok, nevermind...i couldn't find pictures and i'm too lazy to go back and delete that last sentence. so, instead i'll post a picture of me and my sister. for the record, i have another sister who is totally cool and in-style (thanks to moi), but she lives far away so we can't really do very many sisterly things together. sad :(  and it's also sad that the only picture i could find of me and anne was like 2 years ago when i had blonde hair. i will have to bring my camera tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3309251605727560646-7271608478161910494?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/7271608478161910494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=7271608478161910494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/7271608478161910494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/7271608478161910494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-artist.html' title='i&apos;m an artist'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SOp7cI8bTmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fNhioIwlzmw/s72-c/random+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-5010599665105842174</id><published>2008-10-03T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:00:14.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>i did not get any imitrex. i decided to go ahead and have a few screwdrivers anyway. BAD IDEA. never again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-5010599665105842174?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/5010599665105842174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=5010599665105842174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/5010599665105842174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/5010599665105842174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-2712551207641669042</id><published>2008-10-01T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:47:50.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what you need to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SOPTLplH5nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4QD2HLWlVAU/s1600-h/Imitrex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252273787537712754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SOPTLplH5nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4QD2HLWlVAU/s320/Imitrex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to start out by saying THANK YOU to sharon for making my blog so cute!! i love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week has been &lt;em&gt;stressful - &lt;/em&gt;but in a weird way i like it when things are busy. at least then i feel useful and like i'm making a difference instead of getting paid to check my email and blog (whoops). so, throughout all this stress, i have discovered that i have an addiction. i used to take imitrex (migraine medicine) only when i had horrible i'm-going-die-if-this-pain-doesn't-stop migraines. but slowly i realized that imitrex works on WAY more things than migraines. it will cure ANY headache! who knew? oh and it also cures hangovers. it really is a miracle. so, i now take probably 2 a week or something like that. anyway, i realized i didn't have any in my purse this morning, so i went to look in my "medicine/anything bathroom related" drawer and there wasn't any in there either! the panic set in. i immediately call my Rx mail service and order a refill. but that will take a week to get here! so i spend a good hour of my day on the phone w/my doctor who tried to call me in an Rx to wal-mart, but they were going to charge me full price ($550!!!) since my insurance wouldn't cover it because i had already ordered a refill through the mail service thing. i even tried making a drug deal with this girl at work. "if you'll give me an imitrex i'll give you $10 or whatever you want really." she was out and didn't have any refills left. so finally the nurse at my doctor's office said she could probably get me some samples. the problem is - she hasn't called me back and my doctor's office is like 20 miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this to say - my name is mary beth and i'm addicted to imitrex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you are wondering why i'm so intent on getting my hands on this drug - i would LIKE to have a few glasses of wine tonight at our company "social function" (where i must be limited to no more than 3 drinks in a 2 hour period or i will embarrass myself like i did last year), but i'm scared that i'll get a massive headache that i can't handle. i feel naked without my imitrex. so this blog is kind of a joke, so please hold your intervention plans (mara). i have many more serious addictions like pizza and finding the perfect blush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-2712551207641669042?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/2712551207641669042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=2712551207641669042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2712551207641669042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/2712551207641669042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-what-you-need-to-say.html' title='say what you need to say'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SOPTLplH5nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4QD2HLWlVAU/s72-c/Imitrex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-7457796823470264274</id><published>2008-09-24T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:28:00.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>linkin park after dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SNqMJmhXchI/AAAAAAAAADI/CQx7gyThLgg/s1600-h/OPIPurple%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249662412240941586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SNqMJmhXchI/AAAAAAAAADI/CQx7gyThLgg/s320/OPIPurple%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;topic #1&lt;/strong&gt; - i like this color. on my fingernails and toenails. it is very in style. trust me. i mean, sure everyone thinks i'm wearing black nail polish (which i think is ok, too), and i have to explain that i'm not going goth or depressed or anything. it's STYLISH people. i shouldn't have to give you an explanation about why i paint my nails a certain color. unless it's metallic blue....no one should ever wear that color. my opinion. if you do, then you probably DO have issues and you need people to ask you what's wrong because you just need an excuse to open up to someone because you are very insecure about your problems and you think nobody cares. yes, i am a therapist. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664750523259394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SNqORtTUGgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RYAJWMz1SXI/s320/lauren_conrad%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SNqOXOdSMCI/AAAAAAAAADY/c7Js0vpxzWg/s1600-h/lauren-conrad-3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664845322792994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SNqOXOdSMCI/AAAAAAAAADY/c7Js0vpxzWg/s320/lauren-conrad-3%5B1%5D.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check out my friend, LC's nails. She totally rad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OMG did you watch the hills on monday? audrina is starting up all kinds of shiz. she can't keep her mouth shut about other people's biz. if you go out with a guy and decide you don't like him then he asks out your friend...is she supposed to say no? or does she have permission since you dumped him after like 2 dates? i'm not going to express my personal opinion on this. might get me in trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;topic #2&lt;/strong&gt; - i hate it when i'm having a conversation with someone, and i'm trying to get their opinion on something or just trying to tell them a story and all of a sudden they change the subject. i mean, it's not like i'm talking about anything personal/emotional/taboo/whatever. it happens in a kind of "now back to me" way. i know i do this, too, but only in light-hearted instances when i'm talking to a good friend who knows i'm kidding and they have full permission to ignore me and continue on with their story. the only time i think this is ok is when the other person is talking really slow. they should learn to talk faster and then you wouldn't feel like you have to fill the empty silence with randomness. everybody knows that. especially people from the south. or maybe it's just my group of friends. hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that's all i got.&lt;/p&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/3309251605727560646-7457796823470264274?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/7457796823470264274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=7457796823470264274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/7457796823470264274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/7457796823470264274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/09/linkin-park-after-dark.html' title='linkin park after dark'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SNqMJmhXchI/AAAAAAAAADI/CQx7gyThLgg/s72-c/OPIPurple%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-1759202652009915159</id><published>2008-09-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:47:41.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from price...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SM_G92AUSsI/AAAAAAAAABw/lkWH_Eu3ngE/s1600-h/images%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246630856681081538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SM_G92AUSsI/AAAAAAAAABw/lkWH_Eu3ngE/s320/images%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just be happy and live your lives. Things are not what make life great. Life is. Don't spend your lives buried in work you don't like, or play you don't like for that matter. Drink (unfiltered) from a mountain stream sometime. Take a risk that you never have before. Stop and help someone change a tire. Give away something you think you love. You'll find that you don't miss it at all.&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/3309251605727560646-1759202652009915159?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/1759202652009915159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=1759202652009915159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/1759202652009915159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/1759202652009915159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-price.html' title='from price...'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SM_G92AUSsI/AAAAAAAAABw/lkWH_Eu3ngE/s72-c/images%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-1876933148038493555</id><published>2008-09-15T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:17:30.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starting fresh...</title><content type='html'>well, that was the plan. last sunday i decided i would get back to my healthy lifestyle and eat right and work out more. well, i have these two crazy obsessions that i just can't shake: pizza and lucky charms. these 2 little items have caused me a lot of discomfort lately...none of my pants fit. it is VERY depressing, and when i'm depressed i eat lucky charms and pizza. it's a vicious circle that is eventually going to make me weigh 500 lbs. isn't it ironic how things work like that? ironically ridiculous. just call me a cowpig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be "going climbing" tomorrow. i believe this means we will be climbing a rock wall. i have never done this before or ever wanted to. what happens when you can't make it 3 feet off the ground before freaking out or falling from lack of athleticism? what do you wear to "climb?" i can't really wear shorts, right? but none of my pants fit, remember? maybe I will go with stretch pants. i should force myself to wear my too-small pants and punish myself with the uncomfortable-ness (??). and the biggest problem of ALL....should i really miss 90210 to go climbing with people i don't know very well...ALL the way downtown? hmm....yeah it's a cop out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-1876933148038493555?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/1876933148038493555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=1876933148038493555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/1876933148038493555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/1876933148038493555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/09/starting-fresh.html' title='starting fresh...'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-8564331769387308311</id><published>2008-08-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:17:00.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where the skies are so blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SLgRRVMImNI/AAAAAAAAABg/19zffhgtX0A/s1600-h/n510669832_820085_7860%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239957155889060050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SLgRRVMImNI/AAAAAAAAABg/19zffhgtX0A/s200/n510669832_820085_7860%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's football time! i love football time! i don't necessarily like the sport of football. it's confusing and pointless to me. and i don't really have a "team," but today i'm an alabama fan....we got to dress up at work! we have little "A" stickers on our face which is the cutest part of our outfit, but they don't show up very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i DO love love love tailgating!! you just meet so many cool people and everyone's so excited and happy. and it's usually fall-like weather, which will be awesome. so, to redeem myself, i will probably be an auburn fan about 90% of the time since most of my friends went to college there. and that's fine w/me! i kind of like not having a preference. i'm more a fan of men's olympic swimming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you watch the democratic national convention speech thingy on tv last night? my roommate is a die-hard democrat so i watched a little of it. i think barack is definitely the more attractive of the 2 candidates and his wife is really pretty. mccain is just really old. but it's probably about more than just that, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love rhiana's song "disturbia!!!"&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/3309251605727560646-8564331769387308311?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/8564331769387308311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=8564331769387308311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/8564331769387308311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/8564331769387308311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-skies-are-so-blue.html' title='where the skies are so blue'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SLgRRVMImNI/AAAAAAAAABg/19zffhgtX0A/s72-c/n510669832_820085_7860%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-5656586967989995113</id><published>2008-08-28T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:06:06.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll take a hurricane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;NOT! gustav is ruining my life. my friends and i are scheduled to go to cancun for 5 days next week. &lt;em&gt;scheduled&lt;/em&gt; to go. please pray for us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is anyone watching the hills? yeah, i figured i was the only one. anyway, do you ever feel totally stupid after you watch an episode? don't get me wrong...i love this show just as much as the next girl, but the logical side of my brain tells me that the show is so ridiculous. honestly, i mainly watch the show for 3 reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to see what kind of hairstyles LC will have. do you think i could pull off a bang-braid? yeah, i didn't think so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to see all of the hot guys! i like brody and doug. spencer looks like a q-tip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to make fun of lo's hair. have you noticed it? she sweeps it ALL over to one side, so it looks great from one side and &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt; from the other. and just a side note: i'm totally on audrina's side. i would be friends with her. i would not be friends with lo....she is a B.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, i think it is perfectly normal to be obsessed with a non-realistic, scripted show about dramatic people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my top 5 favorite shows:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. desperate housewives&lt;br /&gt;4. gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;3. the office&lt;br /&gt;2. heroes&lt;br /&gt;1. lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE, the hills wasn't even on there! but you better believe i will be dvr-ing every episode this season and watching them at my convenience, so as not to interrupt my realistic, unscripted, non-dramatic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this is what i want my hair to look like one day. like, natural blonde.... oh, and i want her body, too. does that come with the hair?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SLcFBFzL_AI/AAAAAAAAABY/L_oBKkayRFU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239662207763741698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SLcFBFzL_AI/AAAAAAAAABY/L_oBKkayRFU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-5656586967989995113?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SLcFBFzL_AI/AAAAAAAAABY/L_oBKkayRFU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-7828268423972670639</id><published>2008-08-25T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:02:52.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content.&lt;br /&gt;— Louis L'Amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you heard gwen stefani and gavin rossdale's new baby's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zuma nesta rock rossdale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was SO the name i was going to call dibbs on....dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-7828268423972670639?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/7828268423972670639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=7828268423972670639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/7828268423972670639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/7828268423972670639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/08/nobody-got-anywhere-in-world-by-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-2030054010864986897</id><published>2008-08-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:46:32.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best things in life....</title><content type='html'>i had the opportunity to go to charleston this weekend to surprise my family. the look on my sister's face was worth the entire trip! i had such a great time, even though it rained alot and we weren't able to go to the beach :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, NOT going to the beach freed up even more time for me to read my books. i have recently become an avid reader. i've always enjoyed reading...all kind of stuff, but lately i've been replacing TV with reading (i know what you're thinking...). don't get me wrong, i'm not reading intellectual books about the environment or anything - mostly just girly stuff. if you know me...you might call me girly, but those who REALLY know me know I'm not. not really. however, i like the girly books all about big cities, affairs, friendships, and ultimately - warm fuzzy feelings. if you like these kinds of books, i recommend 'something borrowed' and 'something blue' by emily giffin. i'm also reading 'chasing harry winston,' but i'm not sure who wrote it. i love getting book ideas from my blogger bff's, and maybe one day i'll make a list of my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good right now.&lt;br /&gt;6 days till cancun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-2030054010864986897?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-987548759153772620</id><published>2008-08-19T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:26:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored at work today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SKsrQFqYsJI/AAAAAAAAABI/dbFx1paGizE/s1600-h/Kiwi-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236326547146190994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SKsrQFqYsJI/AAAAAAAAABI/dbFx1paGizE/s320/Kiwi-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SKsrQWYnlBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bq1bUsaWszM/s1600-h/Kiwi-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236326551635072018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SKsrQWYnlBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bq1bUsaWszM/s320/Kiwi-009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's amazing how quickly you can get attached to an animal. i've never really had an animal that i was close to. now i have kiwi and she is my little baby. i think i'm a semi-good mother. she frustrates the H out of me, but apparently that is just part of her being a puppy. i'm ready for her to be 2 years old already. but now i know why they call them "puppy dog eyes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-987548759153772620?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/987548759153772620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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and feel sorry for yourself. you had a really important manicure appointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the flip side: marcia (your neighbor) can't afford a car. she rides her bike to work everyday, even in the rain. while you are crying on your porch, you see her walk by and are &lt;em&gt;suddenly&lt;/em&gt; struck with an epiphany. your life isn't that bad. you will make it through the day. you will call your friend, jack, and he will fix your tire. then you can drive your car anywhere you want, whenever you want. you now feel incredibly grateful for this blessing that you totally took for granted before. well, WHY does it take someone like marcia to make us appreciate what we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying everyone is like this, obviously, and i think i've become more appreciative as i've gotten older, but i still cry over spilled milk and wish my dad lived her to fix my tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is an entirely fictional story - more of a metaphor for something else...don't ask)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309251605727560646-3502814616581381690?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/feeds/3502814616581381690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309251605727560646&amp;postID=3502814616581381690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/3502814616581381690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309251605727560646/posts/default/3502814616581381690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marybetht.blogspot.com/2008/08/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='isn&apos;t it ironic?'/><author><name>mary beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381449308770649503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/Sq_46vvdOgI/AAAAAAAAAII/plvsT0EXAYo/S220/Birthdays-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309251605727560646.post-4635802305509835331</id><published>2008-08-19T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:08:17.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and you say....how appropriate</title><content type='html'>hi! i have a new blog! and i might actually write consistently on this one. but i'm not promising anything since my life isn't that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've found myself reading so many people's blogs....people i may not know very well...and finding myself thinking we are best friends! i am totally a blog stalker. no, but really....i enjoy reading blogs, even if i hardly know the author. here are some of my favorites! if you are on this list, then i consider you an online best friend...haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annalee - &lt;a href="http://annaleeper.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://annaleeper.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allison - &lt;a href="http://allisonlellis.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://allisonlellis.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharon - &lt;a href="http://sharonthefun.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sharonthefun.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura w. - &lt;a href="http://awebbslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://awebbslife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cassie - &lt;a href="http://chenley.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chenley.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura a. - &lt;a href="http://raisingreese.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://raisingreese.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat - &lt;a href="http://mrsburns.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mrsburns.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendi - &lt;a href="http://wendiholmes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wendiholmes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen - &lt;a href="http://jenperkins.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jenperkins.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erika - &lt;a href="http://erikawatts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://erikawatts.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people really have some great advice, recipes, shopping tips, funny stories and pretty pictures on thier blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in case you were wondering....i do NOT have a child, so my blog will not be as interesting or updated as much as those bloggers with children. instead, i will write about my puppy! kiwi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SKrhcV8Mo5I/AAAAAAAAABA/zwPsC0rhIFg/s1600-h/Kiwi-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236245393813840786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFPsfd-WmQ/SKrhcV8Mo5I/AAAAAAAAABA/zwPsC0rhIFg/s320/Kiwi-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she is my baby! she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messy&lt;br /&gt;annoying&lt;br /&gt;hyper&lt;br /&gt;loud&lt;br /&gt;getting obese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she is also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY sweet&lt;br /&gt;adorable&lt;br /&gt;playful&lt;br /&gt;totally worth all the bad stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she enjoys chewing up carpet, peeing/pooping in the house, and running really fast. she is looking for a 3-month old male min pin with a loving personality and big ears.........JUST KIDDING....she is no longer able to have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/3309251605727560646-4635802305509835331?l=marybetht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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