<?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-7871861553910774503</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:25:17.080-05:00</updated><category term='ex'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='connection'/><category term='movies'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='quote'/><category term='praying mantis'/><category term='clocks'/><category term='superuseless superpower'/><category term='interfaces'/><category term='governor'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='hair'/><category term='electricity'/><category term='protector'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='ladybug'/><category term='sex'/><category term='enchiladas'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Aborigines'/><category term='illinois'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='withdrawal'/><category term='david cook'/><category term='Jack Handey'/><category term='tacos'/><category term='small feet'/><category term='Ryder Cup'/><category term='friends'/><category term='therapy'/><category term='pie'/><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='pinball'/><category term='music drugs'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='days of our lives'/><category term='rehab'/><category term='God'/><category term='blagojevich'/><category term='rottweiler'/><category term='gym'/><category term='Indianpolis'/><category term='service announcement'/><category term='michelle ndegeocello'/><category term='Kung Fu Panda'/><category term='Filipino'/><category term='Keystone'/><category term='options'/><category term='time'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Crocker family'/><category term='baby'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='food'/><category term='ship'/><category term='samurai'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='standing wake'/><title type='text'>Renee's Bare Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2070704489710891915</id><published>2010-01-02T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:30:59.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Blog</title><content type='html'>I decided that a change of blog was needed.  Leave the old posts behind and start fresh with 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reneevalentine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://reneevalentine.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&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/7871861553910774503-2070704489710891915?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2070704489710891915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2070704489710891915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2070704489710891915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2070704489710891915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-of-blog.html' title='Change of Blog'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-4456171275501849216</id><published>2009-12-15T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:36:42.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonzi, Glad You Are No Longer My Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SyfypkA2VVI/AAAAAAAANIU/EWIwXACp8H8/s1600-h/Bonzi_buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SyfypkA2VVI/AAAAAAAANIU/EWIwXACp8H8/s320/Bonzi_buddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415563872792106322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a confession to make.  I used &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonzi_Buddy"&gt;Bonzi Buddy.&lt;/a&gt;  I used it when it first came out in 2000 and I had my first computer.  A Gateway computer.  That was horrible.  In my defense I wasn't near the techie that I am now and can recognize it for what it is.  Spyware, adware, malware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, making him say dirty things, cuss words, and my name was kinda fun.  I never bought anything for him (thank goodness).  I laugh that I had it.  Just another memory that I don't want to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-4456171275501849216?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4456171275501849216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=4456171275501849216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4456171275501849216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4456171275501849216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/12/bonzi-glad-you-are-no-longer-my-buddy.html' title='Bonzi, Glad You Are No Longer My Buddy'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SyfypkA2VVI/AAAAAAAANIU/EWIwXACp8H8/s72-c/Bonzi_buddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6534766671854294366</id><published>2009-12-15T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:56:12.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Pistachio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Syfpv05l0SI/AAAAAAAANIM/Ngxf97wRFP8/s1600-h/green-pistachio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Syfpv05l0SI/AAAAAAAANIM/Ngxf97wRFP8/s200/green-pistachio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415554084799631650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pistachio, Pistachio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taste so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why are the ugliest nut there is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shriveled and green, you should taste deplorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, you have the faint flavor of potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth pearly white on the outside, ugly green brown on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so many people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep on being ugly pistachio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less people that want you, more there is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pistachio, Pistachio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6534766671854294366?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6534766671854294366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6534766671854294366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6534766671854294366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6534766671854294366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/12/ode-to-pistachio.html' title='Ode to the Pistachio'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Syfpv05l0SI/AAAAAAAANIM/Ngxf97wRFP8/s72-c/green-pistachio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3549475845724649303</id><published>2009-12-13T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:55:50.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does It Feel to Be Official?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a really good day/night.  Last night we went to J's boss's Christmas Party and it was really fun.  All his coworkers crack me up and the food was awesome.  Plus they had Midori which made my tongue very happy :)  We played the white elephant gift exchange and since J and I bought nice gifts for it, we wanted nice gifts in return! We didn't get our first choice but we did end up with a hickory farms gift set and a board game.  Not too shabby compared to what some other people got.  (Can we say bald guyz shaving cream and a razor made to look like a car?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have to say, my flat feet are punishing me for wearing those heels yesterday.  Darn my flat feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus what topped everything off was that J and I got our marriage license in the mail.  It's really official now and it feels sooooo good.  Now I'm wanting to change my name everywhere!  As soon as I go to the social security office anyway.  That's going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?  How did you feel when you got your marriage license in the mail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-3549475845724649303?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3549475845724649303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3549475845724649303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3549475845724649303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3549475845724649303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-does-it-feel-to-be-official.html' title='How Does It Feel to Be Official?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6790464153814460578</id><published>2009-12-01T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:34:30.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If These People Weren't Dog People...</title><content type='html'>So I admit, I haven't been typing much.  Not sure why.  Everything has been going pretty darn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to deal with Metro Animal Services and the Kentucky Humane Society yesterday and it did not go too well at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day that you could apply for the dog parks here in Louisville and the permits go fast so we decided to be on the ball and get our application in.  We looked at the requirements and saw that we had to have the rabies certification and the registration.  We were kind of confused as to the registration part so I called and confirmed that it was the license which he had on his collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were confused on how we were supposed to send that in and decided to call and renew it at Metro Animal Services since it was almost time to get one for 2010 anyway.  We called and it had us nowhere in the system which thoroughly confused us.  The woman on the phone got snippy and told us we would have to pay late fees even though we paid for a license when we adopted Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then called the Kentucky Humane Society where the person was entirely too bubbly and happy for the situation.  They admitted that they messed up and that they would fax the appropriate paperwork to Metro Animal Services.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro Animal Services said they didn't receive the fax.  We call back to Kentucky Humane Society and the woman has gone to lunch.  Somebody else faxes the papers again.  We show up in person at Metro Animal Services and they have gotten TWO faxes (surprise, surprise).  They claim nothing that they had faxed would help.  Somehow J said the right thing and we got charged no late fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog park better be awesome.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6790464153814460578?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6790464153814460578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6790464153814460578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6790464153814460578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6790464153814460578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-these-people-werent-dog-people.html' title='If These People Weren&apos;t Dog People...'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-9072056196255813675</id><published>2009-11-06T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:16:25.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Made My Day</title><content type='html'>Second song of my Pandora Michael Jackson mix was Eye of the Tiger.  That was pure win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-9072056196255813675?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9072056196255813675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=9072056196255813675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/9072056196255813675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/9072056196255813675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-made-my-day.html' title='This Made My Day'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8619389593262295565</id><published>2009-10-31T17:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:31:13.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago Today</title><content type='html'>One year ago today, something amazing happened.  One year ago today, J asked me to marry him and become his wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh still thinking about it.  How I was totally surprised and how I hit him because he surprised me.  I didn't think he was going to be able to surprise me.  It's been an incredible journey this past year and I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three weeks, we will come to the end of this journey and the start of another long one.  I will become Mrs. Jerry Valentine and there's nothing in the world I would rather be.  I love you baby.  Happy Engagement Anniversary.  Let's do this thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8619389593262295565?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8619389593262295565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8619389593262295565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8619389593262295565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8619389593262295565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One Year Ago Today'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7431974478939203386</id><published>2009-10-21T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:04:06.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Link to:  And Spinach Too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jandnay.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-spinach-too.html"&gt;http://jandnay.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-spinach-too.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7431974478939203386?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7431974478939203386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7431974478939203386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7431974478939203386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7431974478939203386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/link-to-and-spinach-too.html' title='Link to:  And Spinach Too!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7400915061641572491</id><published>2009-10-08T12:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:38:40.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal!</title><content type='html'>I looked at my reader for the Courier Journal and I see this article.  It's about Louisville Male High School and it involves (wait for it).&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sex, Lies, and Videotape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.courier-journal.com/article/20091008/NEWS0105/910080328/"&gt;http://www.courier-journal.com/article/20091008/NEWS0105/910080328/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the assistant principal when I was there but it still was just as funny.  I remember Mr. Wilson well and I'm not going to say that I am totally shocked.  But I am tickled to death in a funny sort of way.  I had heard he was retiring but I guess not in a happy retirement kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Wilson, what have you done.  /giggle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7400915061641572491?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7400915061641572491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7400915061641572491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7400915061641572491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7400915061641572491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/scandal.html' title='Scandal!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-4064088335545632162</id><published>2009-10-04T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:21:42.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mrs. Crocker!</title><content type='html'>It's my mom's birthday today!  I won't reveal her age but let me tell you, she looks way younger than she is. I do have good genes. *brushes shoulders off*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are starting off her birthday by going to church. For all of those who know me, I do not go to church. It's a personal choice since I don't agree with some of the things the church teaches.  But I came for my mom because she always likes to have all of her girls with her (even though Danielle and Kimberly went to their other church but that's another story). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having dinner at the house later which will be nice. My mom is a wonderful woman. And even though she can drive me crazy sometimes I still love her. I know there are people out there who can't have their moms with them so I am grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!  You are Teh Awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-4064088335545632162?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4064088335545632162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=4064088335545632162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4064088335545632162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4064088335545632162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-mrs-crocker.html' title='Happy Birthday Mrs. Crocker!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2738833096588256060</id><published>2009-09-28T13:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:12:57.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>I know I've probably posted on this before.  But I have to say it again.  Right now, I feel rich beyond all belief.  And of course I'm not talking about money, because I don't have much of that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my family.  We are all so close and I love them so much.  My sisters are my closest friends and I don't know what I would do without them.  I am blessed to have parents who love us and love each other.  I feel so wonderful to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my friends.  I have wonderful friends who are fiercely loyal and I never tire of their company.  I can speak my mind without guilt and it's awesome to have a set of people around that make you feel good just by being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my love.  J is always there for me.  He is the one who makes me smile every day and and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life as his wife.  He's gentle, kind, funny and considerate.  You judge a person by how they treat other people, not just how they treat you.  He's amazing and I am so glad that he chose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel extremely lucky and rich.  I've made a lot of mistakes in my past and a lot of times, I feel that I don't deserve the wealth that I have right now.  Material possessions are nothing if you don't have people you care about by your side.  Be thankful for what you have.  Others surely have less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2738833096588256060?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2738833096588256060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2738833096588256060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2738833096588256060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2738833096588256060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-135098746318979019</id><published>2009-09-15T22:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:40:40.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane...yes...in the Membrane</title><content type='html'>Everything is so crazy here lately.  Wedding planning is kicking into high gear so I don't have much time to breath, let alone post.  But I promise you that I am still alive and kickin'.  Just feeling a bit crazy and insane from all that I have to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have some thoughts the other day.  When Patrick Swayze passed away, why in the heck were people joking about it?  Yes, I know he's a celebrity and he lived in the public eye, but what gives people the gall to joke about him dying?  That just pissed me off to no end the other day.  I know everybody has different types of humor but that's just definitely not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for J for holding me down right now.  He definitely makes this life worth living.  Thanks Babe :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Had some crab rangoon that was fan-freakin-tastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-135098746318979019?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/135098746318979019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=135098746318979019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/135098746318979019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/135098746318979019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/insaneyesin-membrane.html' title='Insane...yes...in the Membrane'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-563158813143136438</id><published>2009-09-08T22:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:30:47.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Two Perfect</title><content type='html'>I saw the two of the most perfect for each other people get married this past weekend.  I usually am not a crier, but as they danced their first dance and she danced with her father, the tears flowed.  They were so beautiful and so true.  You could tell their love was the real thing and I was glad to be able to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you love, make sure you love them to the fullest.  Give them your all and never let them go.  I am feeling sentimental at the moment, so forgive me.  Time for me to get a hug from the one that I love to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-563158813143136438?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/563158813143136438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=563158813143136438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/563158813143136438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/563158813143136438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-perfect.html' title='The Two Perfect'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8444993635813526067</id><published>2009-09-08T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:28:03.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I feel the way I feel right now and I can hardly explain it.  There are so many things I want to accomplish with my life.  But unfortunately, I can't do them all.  It's the little thing called money. So I have to pick and choose what I would like to do.  I think each year I will pick something wonderful and fantastic that I want to do. And I will accomplish it within that year.  I feel inspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8444993635813526067?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8444993635813526067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8444993635813526067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8444993635813526067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8444993635813526067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired_9356.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6406262750411861532</id><published>2009-08-31T14:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:34:56.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>This is a post that I have been hesitant to write.  This is a post that forces me to be brutally honest to myself.  I will confront things and admit things that I usually wouldn't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hesitate to write it because there are others that would be happy at my misfortune or laugh at my sadness.  I really didn't want to feed that but then I realized that this post is about me.  And not about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why post?  Because I think that other people might be in the same boat and I want them to know that they are not alone.  Because sometimes, I feel really alone in dealing with this.  This post is about my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before someone immediately jumps to conclusions and say, stop eating what you want and work out and stop being lazy, maybe stop and read what I'm going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a problem with my weight.  I have never been extremely overweight but I've always weighed more than my friends which made it hard sometimes.  When they would pinch the skin of their sides and proclaim themselves fat or that they needed to lose weight, that did not have a positive effect on my self-image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight has fluctuated up and down depending on what I am going through.  When I am happy, I tend to gain weight.  When I am sad and stressed, I tend to lose.  When I am feeling good, my weight increases and it's hard to keep it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, I went through a really bad time and my weight plummeted.  I lost 30 pounds in a month.  It was very unhealthy but I didn't do it intentionally.  But I did like how I looked at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained all of that back plus some more for good measure.  I look at myself and it's hard to tell myself that I like how I look.  Because I really don't.  Reminders of how I want to look are everywhere.  Every woman I see, I compare myself to.  And I seem to keep coming up lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said in my mind so many times.  Ok, instead of thinking about it, do it.  Eat healthy and exercise.  But this quickly digresses and I end up not doing it or I end up making excuses.  There are physical reasons why I can't lose weight and to those women I want to let them know they are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a problem with eating what I want.  I have an impulse problem which tends to bleed out into every facet of my life.  If I want something, I tend to do it without thinking of the consequences.  I have managed to not let this disrupt my personal life, but I still allow this in other areas of my life which is not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very big reason why I have problems losing weight is that I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.  There are a lot of symptoms but one of these is weight gain and difficulty losing weight.  I am taking medication for it but it doesn't really help the symptoms even though my dosage has been increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third thing is that I HATE exercise.  I have tried gyms, weights, tae bo, running and I hate it all.  I have tried pilates or zumba so those are also possibilities but I'm not sure if I have enough time to do those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, overweight and not happy with myself.  Yes I have an actual disorder that keeps me from losing weight like other people, that does not mean I have to be stuck at my weight.  I refuse to use that as an excuse.  So I have to do it.  Somehow.  I really want to like what I see in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any other woman who is in the same place as me, just know you are not alone.  And it can be done.  Support is out there for those who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am rambling now and this is one of the longest posts I have ever posted.  But my goal is slow and steady and not fret over every single pound.  Thanks to all that support me and stand by me and tell me I am beautiful the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6406262750411861532?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6406262750411861532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6406262750411861532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6406262750411861532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6406262750411861532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/woman-in-mirror.html' title='Woman in the Mirror'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-4460117804054401869</id><published>2009-08-26T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:34:34.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Co-Worker Joke #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(This guy just keeps giving me ammunition to work with!  R.I.P Ted Kennedy.  I honestly don't know a lot about his politics and policies but I could feel the respect and love that a lot of people feel for him so that part saddens me.  Now on to my lame coworker joke that relates to this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Seeing the book that I was reading).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Co-worker:  Oh!  Terry Brooks!  I read him about a hundred years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-Worker #1:  Oh I didn't know you were that old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Co-Worker:  Oh you didn't know?  I was Ted Kennedy's godfather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  /rolls eyes and walks away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-4460117804054401869?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4460117804054401869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=4460117804054401869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4460117804054401869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4460117804054401869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/lame-co-worker-joke-3.html' title='Lame Co-Worker Joke #3'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8450471381512761764</id><published>2009-08-22T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:55:28.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Up!</title><content type='html'>Just got done getting dressed for meetup with guildies in Nashville.  This should be a blast!  Then going to party with my friend Adrienne tonight.  It's going to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Toby off at Petsmart for doggy day care.  It was funny because he didn't give us a second glance back as we left. (or even a first!)  We love that our dog is independent.  Clinginess is not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have a great weekend and enjoy it to the fullest!  Pics and news when I come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8450471381512761764?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8450471381512761764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8450471381512761764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8450471381512761764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8450471381512761764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-up.html' title='Meet Up!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-5700457318753671851</id><published>2009-08-20T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:36:34.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Co-Worker Joke #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(My team lead was talking about how in a particular format, the first name isn't required anymore and how silly that is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Lead:  I mean everybody has a first name!  Even if he only had one name like Prince.  I would call him Prince Prince.  Or Cher Cher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Coworker:  Cher and Cher Alike!  (chuckles to himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody (including Team Lead): ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-5700457318753671851?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5700457318753671851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=5700457318753671851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5700457318753671851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5700457318753671851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/lame-co-worker-joke-2.html' title='Lame Co-Worker Joke #2'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2963977698885706548</id><published>2009-08-19T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:26:07.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Co-Worker Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Describing an establishment that just had lettuce for a salad with no other additions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Coworker:  That salad was a honeymoon salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Coworker:  It was Just Lettuce (Let Us) Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:... (internal /facepalm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2963977698885706548?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2963977698885706548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2963977698885706548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2963977698885706548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2963977698885706548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/lame-co-worker-joke-of-day.html' title='Lame Co-Worker Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1080557811095744858</id><published>2009-08-19T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:24:23.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Can't be Over :(</title><content type='html'>So I think I didn't want to write about my vacation being over because I'm in denial (I really am).  I had such a great time I didn't want it to end.  And now I am anticipating the next vacation.  Even more so because I will get to take it with my husband!  (I can't believe I'll be married then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive down was uneventful and I proudly drove my part.  Thursday night we finally found a place to eat after a series of unfortunate setbacks but it worked out because it was Uno's. And we had potato skin pizza. Can we say mmmmmm good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inyourfacechicago.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/pizzaskins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 493px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.inyourfacechicago.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/pizzaskins.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, it was cloudy but we and my family and sister enjoyed chillin on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we caught fish.  And more fish.  And more fish.  My mom is having a fish fry.  I WILL be in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a leisure drive home and ended with playing video games that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a recuperating day.  Everyone should take one of those after a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an amazing day as usual.  Kind of sad that I missed my good friends getting married this past weekend but they understand.  now looking forward to my good friends Adrienne and Cole's wedding.  And then on to mine!  Wow time is flying.  Good to be back (in a very small way) but I know I will need a vacation by November.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1080557811095744858?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1080557811095744858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1080557811095744858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1080557811095744858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1080557811095744858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-cant-be-over.html' title='Vacation Can&apos;t be Over :('/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-4565943132192466923</id><published>2009-08-12T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:07:07.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation....Bring It On!</title><content type='html'>I have been soooo busy lately.  I haven't posted but I have been thinking about posting.  Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been having a lot of fun with J and planning for the wedding.  I scheduled a room to get ready in before the wedding.  I would have liked to stay in a hotel but I save $350 this way.  I think that's the correct way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my flowers for the bridesmaids bouquets and I love them!  This is going to be a DIY job so I get to try to make my own bouquets.  It should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and I have been spending a lot of quality time which I think is the right away to go.  Sometimes we just get off the game and chill out to a movie or just talk.  I love that I keep finding out awesome things about J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to a new building at work.  I moved to the 2nd floor temporarily, and then I'm going to the sixth floor.  I like the view at the 2nd floor though.  Nice flow of traffic along Market Street.  If you are ever in Louisville and see the new skyscraper they built at Market and 9th, I'll be coding up on the Sixth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning we are off to vacation.  Even if it's supposed to rain and we are taking Toby with us (actually, that's a good thing!), I think that we are going to have an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to me blogging more on a regular basis.  I know you miss me and I'll try to fuel your addiction more, I promise ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-4565943132192466923?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4565943132192466923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=4565943132192466923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4565943132192466923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4565943132192466923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacationbring-it-on.html' title='Vacation....Bring It On!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2511066650695975230</id><published>2009-08-06T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:21:02.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Your Child Is Gay?</title><content type='html'>So I came across this video on one of the blogs that I read regularly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mightygirl.com/2009/08/05/what-if-your-kid-is-gay/"&gt;http://mightygirl.com/2009/08/05/what-if-your-kid-is-gay/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this had me thinking, what if my child is gay?  J knows my views on homosexuals and they are really liberal.  To me, if someone can find love and get it reciprocated, who am I to tell them that it's wrong?  I was raised Baptist but thanks to my parents, I never saw homosexuality as wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my child was gay, I would feel the same way.  But I would feel for them.  The hardships from being gay are definitely real.  I would worry about them getting teased at school or discriminated against.  I would worry that if he does find love, he would not be given the right to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everything for my kids that i didn't have (as most parents do).  I will want my kids to be happy no matter what.  If my kids were gay, it would not matter in the slightest and I wouldn't love them any less.  I would not be ashamed of them or hide their sexual preference any more than I would if my child was straight.  What about you?  Have you thought about you would do if your child was gay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2511066650695975230?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2511066650695975230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2511066650695975230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2511066650695975230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2511066650695975230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-if-your-child-is-gay.html' title='What If Your Child Is Gay?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3513640948158883863</id><published>2009-08-06T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:11:52.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Exercise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/little-exercise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/little-exercise.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article today on Yahoo that says tests have shown that exercise is having the opposite effect on weight gain that one would expect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20090806/hl_time/08599191485700"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20090806/hl_time/08599191485700&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calories that people were losing while exercising were being gained back after the person exercised and had an intense craving for something to eat.  These people were going to get french fries, muffins, burgers all the while making excuses that they can eat that because they just worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So working out only works if 1)  You can ignore the temptation which means you are miserable.  2)  You work out sooooo much that what you eat doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of these sound like something I would be into.  I suppose eating healthy snacks after working out can help but I have a problem with saying no to things so saying no to a food I really want would be rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my weight loss plan (however slow it might be) is going to be eating sensibly.  I will NOT deprive myself of sweets totally or this will just make me binge on Pie Kitchen.  I will make sure to get daily moderate exercise (thanks to Toby).  I won't get my weight down fast but I know it will happen.  And I will be healthy.  Which is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people will disagree with the article stating their own results and that's fine.  I think that each person is different and must approach their weight loss and health at their own pace and their own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health to all.  That's all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-3513640948158883863?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3513640948158883863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3513640948158883863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3513640948158883863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3513640948158883863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-exercise.html' title='How Do You Exercise?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8822724400715417551</id><published>2009-08-04T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:54:37.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/toronto_thunder-storm_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/toronto_thunder-storm_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a horrible thunderstorm today.  I didn't know how bad it was going to be but it was bad.  As I was driving into work, Indiana was across the river on my right and Kentucky was on my left.  The sky around Kentucky was a little darker than normal for 7:30 but not too much so.  But the sky on the Indiana side was black as night.  It was sooo weird looking.  I was hoping I would get to work before the storm started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parking in the parking garage, I was walking to my work and it looked like it was 9 at night.  It was a bit odd and I hurried in before the rain started.  And oh did it start.  It was thundering, lightning, and hailing.  There was 6-8 inches of water in one hour.  EVERYTHING flooded.  My parents basement, Churchill downs, the University of Louisville.  It was almost like half the city was under water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the basement of the new skyscraper they are building for my work flooded.  And it lost power.  The people that had already moved over there had to come over to our building and the customer service reps had to use our cubicles because they were actually fielding calls from customers.  So, we sat around for four hours and did nothing until they finally sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  September was a wind storm.  January was an ice storm.  August was the thunderstorms.  So I figure we have something to deal with earth next.  Dust storm?  Earth quake?  /shrug.  Look on the news if you want to see all the crazy stuff.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's calmer now and I can only hope that it's all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8822724400715417551?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8822724400715417551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8822724400715417551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8822724400715417551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8822724400715417551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-it-came.html' title='And It Came'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8814740868080810928</id><published>2009-07-31T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:43:55.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a party.</title><content type='html'>Ice Cream Sundae Party.  Need I say more?  Check it out at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jandnay.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jandnay.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8814740868080810928?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8814740868080810928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8814740868080810928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8814740868080810928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8814740868080810928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-party.html' title='I had a party.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1625298260432451617</id><published>2009-07-31T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:17:59.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses No More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scan-line.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/contact-lens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.scan-line.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/contact-lens.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J just got fitted with contacts today.  He is trying them out for a week to see if he likes them.  He has always been a little afraid of sticking things in his eye but he did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly I want to wear contacts.  I have no idea why I would want them.  So I get to live through him.  That's another reason why I love him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1625298260432451617?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1625298260432451617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1625298260432451617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1625298260432451617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1625298260432451617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/glasses-no-more.html' title='Glasses No More!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2061097855254533265</id><published>2009-07-31T18:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:14:10.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Years...It Can Be Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Qu1gB8qZMUgkwDxUKg74kw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/RlS-q7CKhSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UNxvmBmcu4A/s400/Virginia%20Beach%20Dad%20and%20Mom_3%202006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/Family?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a couple of days late but I've been lacking on posting for some reason.  I am so proud of my parents.  They have been married 37 years as of two days ago.  They are amazing mates and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met in a library at college and he charmed her.  He had the boyish smile.  She was the campus bell ringer.  I see pictures of my parents at that age and I just smile.  They are as cute as they are now.  I see them lying on the couch together cuddled up like teenagers and I can't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are wonderful and they are amazing.  So Happy Anniversary Arnold and Cynthia Crocker.  Through all the trials and tribulations, you all have stood by each other's side.  I look up to them in so many ways.  Thanks Mom and Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2061097855254533265?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2061097855254533265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2061097855254533265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2061097855254533265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2061097855254533265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/37-yearsit-can-be-done.html' title='37 Years...It Can Be Done'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/RlS-q7CKhSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UNxvmBmcu4A/s72-c/Virginia%20Beach%20Dad%20and%20Mom_3%202006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-5803542079242517305</id><published>2009-07-27T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:49:13.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuing Your Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://areeavicenna.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pursuithappynessnewog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 321px;" src="http://areeavicenna.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pursuithappynessnewog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie for the first time today.  I am so blown away.  So blown away.  I hardly have words.  I hardly ever cry.  Rarely.  But this movie made me cry...and I mean I cried.  I usually cry on movies that are based on true stories because it affects me to know that it really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie reminded me that everything I have, I should be grateful for.  I have so much.  And every time I think that I don't have enough something rocks me back to earth and I realize how I have sooo much.  I don't own a house, I have a late model car, and I don't have the latest in fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have my health, somebody who will always believe in me and stand by me, and I have my family.  I have everything that somebody needs in life.  I have food, shelter, clothing, and my peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need "things" to prove that I have a good life.  Yes, "things" are nice.  But I think where I would be without the things that make me happy but with the "things" that people covet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a movie makes you reflect on your life you know it's a good one.  This is one that touches my heart and helps me see what's important.  Life is too short for pettiness.  We are all humans and make mistakes.  Just being a good person is what matters.  So to all who read this, make sure you are good to your fellow man.  Life is too short to not be nice.  Just...be...nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-5803542079242517305?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5803542079242517305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=5803542079242517305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5803542079242517305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5803542079242517305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/pursuing-your-happyness.html' title='Pursuing Your Happyness'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8390385181338850914</id><published>2009-07-25T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:56:22.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...Ha!  You were Too Late!</title><content type='html'>So it rained today.  Before my company picnic and after.  So it didn't spoil my day any!  I had an awesome time.  Ate good food, had a great time with friends and scored some awesome stuff at the Huber's farm gift shop.  I pet some goats and watched people catch baby catfish.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to head on over to J and I's blog &lt;a href="http://jandnay.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jandnay.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.    Pictures and video of India Arie and and John Legend there.  Plus you should be reading it anyway.  Everybody needs another blog to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8390385181338850914?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8390385181338850914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8390385181338850914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8390385181338850914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8390385181338850914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainha-you-were-too-late.html' title='Rain...Ha!  You were Too Late!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7861601830787693059</id><published>2009-07-24T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:31:22.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Is Becoming A War Zone</title><content type='html'>We have lazy people at work who instead of putting their dishes in the dishwasher, put them in the sink.  I have no idea why they do this.  A attribute it to laziness.  So that leads to signs like this (click to see larger version):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/bfsmm" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/bfsmm.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/bfsor" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/bfsor.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7861601830787693059?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7861601830787693059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7861601830787693059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7861601830787693059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7861601830787693059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-is-becoming-war-zone.html' title='Work Is Becoming A War Zone'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-5071490383037215145</id><published>2009-07-22T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:36:21.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapper Feud!!!</title><content type='html'>So on my way to work this morning, I was listening to NPR as usual and there was an awesome interview that I didn't expect.  An expert in foreign policy, Mark Lynch relates the world of rapping to foreign policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how knowledgeable this guy was about rap and how interesting he made foreign policy sound.  I could totally see this being a lesson in any high school or college.  Give it a listen, I promise you won't be disappointed and it's only about 8 minutes long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=106857447"&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=106857447&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-5071490383037215145?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5071490383037215145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=5071490383037215145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5071490383037215145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5071490383037215145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/rapper-feud.html' title='Rapper Feud!!!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-147900910205876436</id><published>2009-07-21T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:43:33.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crocker family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Crocker Sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PgfpaTQ-mtollYg8pa-pxg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShyIVESum2I/AAAAAAAAJL4/uZ2soIyKZgg/s400/IMG_2389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/DanielleAndKimSGraduation?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Danielle and Kim&amp;#39;s Graduation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Danielle and Kimberly's birthday and today was Deidre's birthday.  My sisters are so awesome and I couldn't ask for better sisters.  They are always amazing and I love hanging out with all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went out for dinner with the whole family, my cousin and her kids included.  Twelve people!  Which is a lot for us.  The twins racked up (cha-ching!) and I loved spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards was Graetar's for ice cream.  J's turtle sundae was lame however...sorry babe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-147900910205876436?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/147900910205876436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=147900910205876436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/147900910205876436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/147900910205876436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-crocker-sisters.html' title='Happy Birthday Crocker Sisters!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShyIVESum2I/AAAAAAAAJL4/uZ2soIyKZgg/s72-c/IMG_2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2271356910802284300</id><published>2009-07-21T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:06:00.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott Finds His Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4s1atCefVQE/SbbTCXIoFnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-Bme49IgEfk/s320/scott_adams_dilbert_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4s1atCefVQE/SbbTCXIoFnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-Bme49IgEfk/s320/scott_adams_dilbert_cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an amazing article today.  It's about how Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert lost his voice, and through a lot of failures, trial and error, and persistence, he found it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/medtech/health/magazine/17-08/ff_adams?currentPage=1"&gt;http://www.wired.com/medtech/health/magazine/17-08/ff_adams?currentPage=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is here.  This story touched off a lot in me for some reason.  I can be a persistent person.  I believe persistence leads to getting what you want.  But there are things in life that I am persistent about but not so much others.  This article reminds me that if I want something, I have to really want it and work for it.  Even through a lot of failures and setbacks, if it's something I really want and I'm working for, it will happen.  And if it doesn't happen, it will help me prepare for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm letting you know.  If there is something you want.  And you thought it impossible and people told you that it would never happen.  Make up your mind, right here, right now, that you will get it.  Work towards it and never give up.  You will make it happen.  Believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2271356910802284300?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2271356910802284300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2271356910802284300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2271356910802284300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2271356910802284300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/scott-finds-his-voice.html' title='Scott Finds His Voice'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4s1atCefVQE/SbbTCXIoFnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/-Bme49IgEfk/s72-c/scott_adams_dilbert_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1510222603697386312</id><published>2009-07-20T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:00:43.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meatballs...and I Don't Mean The Movie</title><content type='html'>So I made homemade spaghetti and meatballs today.  Was a little wary since I had never made meatballs before and I think I was scared to mess them up because I LOVE meatballs.  But if I must say, they turned out wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb lean ground beef&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Italian bread crumbs (I used regular)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup water (more or less)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion (optional, I had none today)&lt;br /&gt;1 bell pepper (optional, I didn't have any of this either /cry)&lt;br /&gt;garlic&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;*I also added basil and italian seasoning&lt;br /&gt;Preparation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients together. Don't add all of the water at one time. Mixture should be moist but not so that the meatballs fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c6SdLXs5KaDbQkced3a3kA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SmT1SbcAtsI/AAAAAAAAMHw/vaBh8K-Q9P8/s400/IMG_2608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape meatballs to desired size and place on a broiler pan (I wet my hands before shaping each meatball and it helps make a nice meatball.) Broil until outside is slightly brown on one side and then turn and broil the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gL8gjtaF5NCuIADov99Weg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SmT1TcPNmQI/AAAAAAAAMH0/kKJI7_xSj0c/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finished, add to spaghetti sauce and simmer at least 20 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CHQSHpVwjZUSxb7oB55SrQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SmT1UGbdk0I/AAAAAAAAMH4/dJHXTaFpDts/s400/IMG_2610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JeqSZUlr9XuugSa9p7rShg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SmT1VZPKBkI/AAAAAAAAMIA/3p5f7qW2ISw/s400/IMG_2612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1510222603697386312?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1510222603697386312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1510222603697386312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1510222603697386312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1510222603697386312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/meatballsand-i-dont-mean-movie.html' title='Meatballs...and I Don&apos;t Mean The Movie'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SmT1SbcAtsI/AAAAAAAAMHw/vaBh8K-Q9P8/s72-c/IMG_2608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3611418483544432222</id><published>2009-07-20T08:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:42:54.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Break It Down Now</title><content type='html'>So last night I had a complete break down.  It was about something that I didn't know that I was feeling inside and like most of my feelings, they burst out all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a stable person so when this happens it scares me.  My feelings are even keel and I don't normally go off the deep end. And I don't usually cry.  You can ask J about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, there was an issue that I didn't know that I had been wrestling with and it came to the surface.  I had a break down of sorts.  And J was there for me.  I didn't know what I would have done if he hadn't of been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was EXACTLY who I needed at that moment.  He let me be me and get it all out there.  That's why I love him and that's one of the reasons why I'm so glad I'm marrying him.  He is amazing.  Thanks J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-3611418483544432222?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3611418483544432222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3611418483544432222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3611418483544432222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3611418483544432222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/break-it-down-now.html' title='Break It Down Now'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7518645833049364343</id><published>2009-07-16T15:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:39:42.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Fried Rice Recipe</title><content type='html'>I have gotten many requests for the chicken fried rice recipe so I'm going to post it here.  Also, I think I will continue to post recipes here so all can share in the eating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe calls for bacon but I took the slightly healthier alternative and used extra virgin olive oil to keep the veggies from sticking and it worked just as well. I doubled the recipe so I could have leftovers! Serve with eggrolls and sake for maximum effect :) I boiled the chicken for about fifteen minutes and that worked out great. Happy eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Aa_CoPPdmsi2G24Xo0HG3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sl52GqCl1gI/AAAAAAAAMGk/6EQnOVOD8JM/s400/IMG_2607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This recipe can be highly customizable. Add or delete whatever you like. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Chicken Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;3 strips of bacon diced OR extra virgin olive oil (for healthier option)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 red bell pepper diced&lt;br /&gt;1 Egg beaten&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons of Soy Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup scallion finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/8 cup peas (frozen or fresh)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cooked rice (cold)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups chicken cooked (shredded or cubed, your preference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use the bacon: Cook the bacon in a wok (a pot or large pan works just as well) until crisp. Remove the bacon (if you used it). Add the extra virgin olive oil (if you chose healthy!) and saute the scallions, red bell pepper, and peas for 1 minute. Add the egg and scramble. Stir in the rice, chicken, bacon (optional), and soy sauce. (Add more more or less soy according to taste). Serve immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7518645833049364343?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7518645833049364343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7518645833049364343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7518645833049364343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7518645833049364343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicken-fried-rice-recipe.html' title='Chicken Fried Rice Recipe'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sl52GqCl1gI/AAAAAAAAMGk/6EQnOVOD8JM/s72-c/IMG_2607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-184539286633016553</id><published>2009-07-15T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:39:51.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Operated Door</title><content type='html'>I think Toby thinks the door will open by himself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zyzI3TzDlgMVP7LQI2itrA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sl52FRUcl7I/AAAAAAAAMGc/6l07A6dj0kU/s144/IMG_2605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3wsE5NCESvqbNCPSTKqs0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sl52FyL3zNI/AAAAAAAAMGg/zbIK3wbD0N0/s144/IMG_2606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-184539286633016553?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/184539286633016553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=184539286633016553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/184539286633016553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/184539286633016553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-operated-door.html' title='Dog Operated Door'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sl52FRUcl7I/AAAAAAAAMGc/6l07A6dj0kU/s72-c/IMG_2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6392531255456196684</id><published>2009-07-15T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:38:36.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed My Chinese Craving</title><content type='html'>Usually when J and I have a craving for Chinese, we usually hit up the Chinese fast food place up the street.  It sounds good in theory, but often as I'm eating it, I'm wondering....why did I get this?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time, instead of taking the easy way out I decided to make my own chinese.  Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Aa_CoPPdmsi2G24Xo0HG3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sl52GqCl1gI/AAAAAAAAMGk/6EQnOVOD8JM/s144/IMG_2607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome!  I love to cook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6392531255456196684?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6392531255456196684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6392531255456196684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6392531255456196684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6392531255456196684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/fixed-my-chinese-craving.html' title='Fixed My Chinese Craving'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sl52GqCl1gI/AAAAAAAAMGk/6EQnOVOD8JM/s72-c/IMG_2607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-25284517345903417</id><published>2009-07-10T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:13:55.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This American Life</title><content type='html'>J has gotten me addicted to the show This American Life.  It's a show that gives three stories in documentary form.  They are amazing stories and in your face.  It started off as a radio show and now it's a television show.  If you have Netflix you can stream it.  Give it a chance.  I really really urge you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-25284517345903417?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/25284517345903417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=25284517345903417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/25284517345903417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/25284517345903417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-american-life.html' title='This American Life'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-5219753878597611400</id><published>2009-07-10T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:29:10.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Saying Something To Me</title><content type='html'>Something about this screams asshole to me. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/10/253.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/10/s_253.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-5219753878597611400?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5219753878597611400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=5219753878597611400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5219753878597611400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5219753878597611400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-saying-something-to-me.html' title='This Is Saying Something To Me'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3594768442147387981</id><published>2009-07-10T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:07:34.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Morning Off</title><content type='html'>So J and I took today off. We needed it. Took Toby to the groomer's and went out for breakfast to Cracker Barrel. Nom mom nom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/10/132.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/10/s_132.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-3594768442147387981?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3594768442147387981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3594768442147387981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3594768442147387981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3594768442147387981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-morning-off.html' title='Awesome Morning Off'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7751778887790844527</id><published>2009-07-08T19:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:45:00.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Cooking</title><content type='html'>So I cooked again because I love it and the result turned out not too shabby.  Check it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and Rich Clam Dip (it was sooo cheesy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4lLHdsElM1ZeUis59TqmYQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SlUu4rI2DLI/AAAAAAAAMCk/ZZ7BURGaC0A/s400/IMG_2602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan Crusted Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Zf85nnJbyhbVPJJi0Kj3_w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SlUu5BHhqfI/AAAAAAAAMCo/9dHNSRWlQr0/s400/IMG_2603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7751778887790844527?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7751778887790844527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7751778887790844527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7751778887790844527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7751778887790844527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-cooking.html' title='Adventures in Cooking'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SlUu4rI2DLI/AAAAAAAAMCk/ZZ7BURGaC0A/s72-c/IMG_2602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2510032170713611879</id><published>2009-07-08T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:31:35.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakup</title><content type='html'>Now, now before you go getting upset, I'm not talking about J and I.  And I'm not talking about the movie either.  I'm talking about....a comic book.  Superman/Batman specifically.  I have decided to break up with one of my comic books and believe me, for a collector like me, it's not an easy decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Superman-batman_8_cvr_-_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 463px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Superman-batman_8_cvr_-_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship started off hesitantly for I was a Marvel and it was a DC. But it brought me in with it's compelling stories so I bought into it and read.  For over 60 issues.  But the time has come where i have to say goodbye to Superman/Batman.  They have become silly and uninteresting.  Now every issue is about alternate realities and yes, I know DC is into that sort of thing but it's not really my deal anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye Superman/Batman.  I hope you find someone who can appreciate you for what you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2510032170713611879?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2510032170713611879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2510032170713611879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2510032170713611879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2510032170713611879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakup.html' title='The Breakup'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6893721146175958024</id><published>2009-07-06T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:43:59.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Adopter</title><content type='html'>The title of the blog and the comic below didn't used to describe me when it comes to video games but I think it's starting to.  I used to be up on all the latest games, consoles, and even got the gaming magazines and read them cover to cover.  But now I don't have the time, energy or money to keep up so this makes me laugh.  It reminds me of a time when I used to play computer and console games other than WoW. If there were ten more hours in the day, I still would.  But I have fun playing WoW so that's where I am.  When I get tired of it, I will drag my old PS2 out and have fun playing my old games that are gathering dust.  Then I will buy a PS3 when I'm done with those.  Expensive console problem solved.  *dusts off hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/cutting_edge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 740px; height: 252px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/cutting_edge.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;xkcd.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6893721146175958024?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6893721146175958024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6893721146175958024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6893721146175958024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6893721146175958024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-adopter.html' title='Late Adopter'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-4443756237059368160</id><published>2009-07-05T19:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:29:10.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Fourth and a Freaky Dog</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome fourth with the family as usual.  D (Danielle's boyfriend) brought his little sister over to the house and we were our crazy selves.  i love how we don't put on airs when people we don't know come around.  We act like ourselves and we welcome people into our home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had awesome BBQ (thanks Mom and Dad!) and generally chilled out with everybody.  I'm glad I went over there even though it was a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog freaked the heck out though.  He was never fond of large noises so we knew the fourth was going to be kinda bad for him.  He took to either hiding under one of our chairs or in the closet.  I felt so bad for him.  We had to take him to at least try to pee that night.  That didn't happen at all.  He spent most of the time trying to get back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we had drinks with Danielle, Kim, D, and Sabrina.  Cheddar's was out of melon for their Midori Sours *facepalm*.  So after I had a Tahitian Sunrise, J was awesome and took me over to Buckheads for a Midori.  It was sooooo good.  That is my premiere drink.  I will probably have to take a trip to the liquor store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the kind of fourth I like.  Chilled out and fun.  Here's to another great fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/FourthOfJuly2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SlFE6NGSasE/AAAAAAAALpY/pSIJSCE99ec/s160-c/FourthOfJuly2009.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/FourthOfJuly2009?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Fourth of July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-4443756237059368160?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4443756237059368160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=4443756237059368160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4443756237059368160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4443756237059368160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-fourth-and-freaky-dog.html' title='Awesome Fourth and a Freaky Dog'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SlFE6NGSasE/AAAAAAAALpY/pSIJSCE99ec/s72-c/FourthOfJuly2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6344242987004882521</id><published>2009-07-03T15:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:27:34.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinelli's Once Again</title><content type='html'>Spinelli's Pizza is as much about the atmosphere as it is about the pizza. When you first walk in the first thing you notice is there are two spliced backs of a huge Cadillac that firms a booth. You actually have to open the doors to get in.   We ordered pizza by the slice and fountain drinks.  The back dining room speaks the most about the place. The floors are pieces of stone, pottery, and mirrors laid together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/409.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_409.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The walls have paintings (including an intimate one of Tom Selleck).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/410.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_410.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the walls is covered in comic book covers which I loved because I love comic books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/411.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_411.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/412.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_412.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even a Zoltan machine sans the movie Big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/413.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_413.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken fingers were good but a bit of fair warning the blue cheese tastes like mayo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/414.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_414.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slices were bigger than I remembered and what my fiancé expected.  They were foldable and excellent with a little salt and Parm added. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/415.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_415.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/416.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_416.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One slice was more than enough. I will definitely go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/417.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/07/03/s_417.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6344242987004882521?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6344242987004882521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6344242987004882521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6344242987004882521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6344242987004882521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/spinelli-once-again.html' title='Spinelli&amp;#39;s Once Again'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-375028094744416797</id><published>2009-07-02T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:32:11.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cherries Please</title><content type='html'>So I decided to bake a cherry cobbler yesterday.  I went and looked for cherry pie filling and I came across two cans of cherry pie filling.  One said cherry pie filling and the other said Extra cherry pie filling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3ABvscOEIOyEKEv0qIlTgw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sk0mZgh6IwI/AAAAAAAALm8/4rqe_Kk0JF0/s400/IMG_2578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and I were bit confused on what exactly was extra in the pie filling.  A kind woman informed us that there were more cherries in the extra cherry instead of goop.  We got a can of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made the cobbler.  With three ingredients.  It was soooo simple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7syxLechFjo7Ybovpt93ew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sk0hyKzAfAI/AAAAAAAALmg/Phd0rstjiPs/s400/IMG_2575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it turned out perfect if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UOupWt9tLsQfkIakKrhhxg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sk0hzr6UkpI/AAAAAAAALmk/Q3gvJXcsRpc/s400/IMG_2576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it with whipped cream and vanilla ice cream.  PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yQXR4bVDZfcN0vd2-SrxCw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sk0h06bfAvI/AAAAAAAALmo/DDdOKNEh4z0/s400/IMG_2577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/July2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another home run for the Valentine and future Valentine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-375028094744416797?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/375028094744416797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=375028094744416797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/375028094744416797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/375028094744416797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-cherries-please.html' title='More Cherries Please'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sk0mZgh6IwI/AAAAAAAALm8/4rqe_Kk0JF0/s72-c/IMG_2578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-882524958788362518</id><published>2009-06-30T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:47:23.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>J Pulls A Thing Every Day</title><content type='html'>So J is blogging every day about the things that he's pulling everyday.  No, it's not dirty.  It's the 365 Things That I Love About Him and Us birthday present.  He pulls out a new thing every day and he's been &lt;a href="http://wemnar.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogging about it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that, but then he tells things that he loves about me!  I totally didn't expect that but I love it.  Plus I find the things that I find weird about me, he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-882524958788362518?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/882524958788362518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=882524958788362518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/882524958788362518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/882524958788362518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/j-pulls-thing-every-day.html' title='J Pulls A Thing Every Day'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6317054546648973467</id><published>2009-06-29T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:01:44.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Not just Taco's...but Taco's in a bowl</title><content type='html'>J made Taco's in a bowl.  We got a chance to use our slow cooker more.  Mmmmmm it was good.  And we have leftovers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IyfEDWkOZy9x4m3nP70DgQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SklG-HC7RAI/AAAAAAAALOE/yfCsOKYp7-k/s400/IMG_2572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zWSqTEEV8aUWkm4TjXdG5A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SklHF9e11DI/AAAAAAAALOM/cCF2E8Ppus0/s400/IMG_2573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6317054546648973467?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6317054546648973467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6317054546648973467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6317054546648973467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6317054546648973467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-just-tacosbut-tacos-in-bowl.html' title='Not just Taco&apos;s...but Taco&apos;s in a bowl'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SklG-HC7RAI/AAAAAAAALOE/yfCsOKYp7-k/s72-c/IMG_2572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8056085304758757615</id><published>2009-06-28T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:37:53.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The Scallops!</title><content type='html'>So J and I had an awesome Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies for breakfast and then we chilled out for a bit.  We then went to run some errands while dropping by the comic book store and the grocery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and caught up on some comic book reading (Ares is crazy in War Machine!).  It was so awesome to just chill out.  I took Toby for a brisk mile walk and we decided to cook an awesome meal.  We decided to have seared scallops, baked potato, and salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are all sizzling in a pan.  J did an awesome job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GYUAw4bnyFftpMx2PTuiZA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Skf9EWVGOPI/AAAAAAAALNY/Bg3uwAHtiFs/s400/IMG_2568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here's the table set up.  My signature baked potatoes included.  You wonder how a simple baked potato could be signature.  If you are the ones who have had one, you know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y2vb1_uqDASrf11pYRKVJQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Skf9ExFyS8I/AAAAAAAALNc/AZd00n3ne-0/s400/IMG_2569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my plate and J's plate respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CPVGeCrnL7_fHPKNtzj1TQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Skf9FVNDljI/AAAAAAAALNg/QwupPl2qDUs/s400/IMG_2570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E3kgO3lnAMiJ_cMQfkDgOw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Skf9F6ddvpI/AAAAAAAALNk/kolLl01QLpY/s400/IMG_2571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome meal and I finished it up with a bowl of the sweetest grapes I have had in a while.  Life is really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8056085304758757615?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8056085304758757615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8056085304758757615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8056085304758757615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8056085304758757615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/bring-on-scallops.html' title='Bring On The Scallops!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Skf9EWVGOPI/AAAAAAAALNY/Bg3uwAHtiFs/s72-c/IMG_2568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7149454485678690305</id><published>2009-06-28T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:02:18.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Breakfast</title><content type='html'>My breakfast this morning, courtesy of J. Thanks baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BQqnKYCH7jrlZCzUBndrFg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Skd3g55_VfI/AAAAAAAALMo/-hBt82Ww1Po/s400/IMG_2567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7149454485678690305?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7149454485678690305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7149454485678690305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7149454485678690305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7149454485678690305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweetest-breakfast.html' title='The Sweetest Breakfast'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Skd3g55_VfI/AAAAAAAALMo/-hBt82Ww1Po/s72-c/IMG_2567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-177867076269911793</id><published>2009-06-28T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:19:57.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit 'N' Waffles</title><content type='html'>Healthy Breakfast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I can do that.  And it was soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nb569eFWp-xY1LVvjoOo5A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SkdnYdN6mkI/AAAAAAAALKA/N5wBFA35dqo/s400/IMG_2555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-177867076269911793?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/177867076269911793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=177867076269911793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/177867076269911793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/177867076269911793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/fruit-n-waffles.html' title='Fruit &apos;N&apos; Waffles'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SkdnYdN6mkI/AAAAAAAALKA/N5wBFA35dqo/s72-c/IMG_2555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-4988095468156790278</id><published>2009-06-28T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:15:34.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Legend and India Arie!  It's gonna be hot!</title><content type='html'>J and I got tickets to see John Legend with India Arie but we actually got it for the India Arie part.  Most of the time people get tickets because of the headliner but we got it for the opening act.  We LOVE her and her voice touches my soul so it's worth it.  I mean, John Legend is "aight". I liked his first album better than his latest stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the concert is outside rain or shine at the Horseshoe Casino (former Caesar's Casino).  It's going to be HOT (I think) but at least it's at 8:00 so it would have cooled down a little.  I'm anticipating a lot of fun plus is the first concert that J and I have really been to together.  A little bit of wedding trivia babe?  Going to have an awesome time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uPeqGcYosjGcutDBIEBpGw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SkdnwYuNOrI/AAAAAAAALKE/deyN7DgLOJc/s400/IMG_2566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-4988095468156790278?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4988095468156790278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=4988095468156790278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4988095468156790278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4988095468156790278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/john-legend-and-india-arie-its-gonna-be.html' title='John Legend and India Arie!  It&apos;s gonna be hot!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SkdnwYuNOrI/AAAAAAAALKE/deyN7DgLOJc/s72-c/IMG_2566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8288833950553025454</id><published>2009-06-28T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:11:40.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bourbon Brings Nightmares</title><content type='html'>Last night we had an amazing time at Adrienne and Cole's Wedding Shower.  It was a blast and I enjoy hanging with Kral's.  That's only been the second true time I've seen them but they make you feel like family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle (Adrienne's sister) made all the food and I was so proud of her!  My favorites were the asiago cheese turkey sandwiches and the chocolate torte.  My mouth was VERY happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also good company who I hadn't met before (can we say Latino Heat),  and also good company who I met again (Rich and Rob, always a pleasure).  It was an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had amazing bourbon slushies.  I don't normally drink any hard stuff but man, it didn't even taste like hard liquour.  J and I both had a couple of cups and my dreams reflected it.  Suffice it to say that it was weird enough that I can blame it on the alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks everybody and I can't wait to do it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/AdrienneAndColeSWeddingShower?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SkdpT7CbKcE/AAAAAAAALMU/JuYjQNM9Kx4/s160-c/AdrienneAndColeSWeddingShower.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/AdrienneAndColeSWeddingShower?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Adrienne and Cole&amp;#39;s Wedding Shower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8288833950553025454?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8288833950553025454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8288833950553025454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8288833950553025454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8288833950553025454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/bourbon-brings-nightmares.html' title='Bourbon Brings Nightmares'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SkdpT7CbKcE/AAAAAAAALMU/JuYjQNM9Kx4/s72-c/AdrienneAndColeSWeddingShower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3772371359582147353</id><published>2009-06-26T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:57:34.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael</title><content type='html'>I know every blog in the world is covering the loss of Michael Jackson.  I don't know what to say really.  I love the man's music.  His music conjures so many emotions and memories, how can I not love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of people judging him for something that wasn't proven.  They won't even leave him alone in his death.  I never thought the jokes about "little boys" were funny and I don't agree with how he has been treated.  I do admit that I think he had a troubled life but that doesn't lessen his contribution to our world any less.  J says that, yes, Michael shouldn't have put himself in that position but what parent in their right mind would let their child spend time with a grown man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He changed the world.  Heh, it sounds funny to say that, but if you think about it, it's true.  He changed how people act, how people viewed music, music television, and the face of entertainment itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you never liked his music.  He's passed and as a human being, you should honor it.  Michael, you touched my soul with your music.  /nod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-3772371359582147353?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3772371359582147353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3772371359582147353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3772371359582147353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3772371359582147353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael.html' title='Michael'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6729050147738102505</id><published>2009-06-26T07:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:23:09.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, dad?</title><content type='html'>Quote from my dad, Arnold Crocker&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Twitter isn't anything but people telling you that they just went to the bathroom."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him that was only PART of twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6729050147738102505?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6729050147738102505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6729050147738102505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6729050147738102505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6729050147738102505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-dad.html' title='Really, dad?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3962742978183543622</id><published>2009-06-24T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:44:23.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook...More Like Facepalm!</title><content type='html'>So I found out from my work that they will be blocking facebook starting tomorrow. I blame people who just click on links without bothering to make sure that they are legit.   So basically they invite viruses into the network. Not that this effects me much since I don't use facebook as much anymore but it's still crappy. Facebook today, everything else tomorrow. I use the Internet to relax from work and to take a break. That probably won't happen anymore soon. I should find out who it is and keel them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-3962742978183543622?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3962742978183543622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3962742978183543622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3962742978183543622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3962742978183543622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebookmore-like-facepalm.html' title='Facebook...More Like Facepalm!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6511325974912828352</id><published>2009-06-23T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:59:50.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Agree...more than you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh man. I have been subjected to appalling grammar this week. I want to put these folks under citizens arrest … &lt;em&gt;for the murder of the English language!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who say “360°” when they meant “180°,” as in “His attitude went 360°.” That doesn’t mean he changed his attitude. That means it’s right back where it started, fucktard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who mix up there, their and they’re.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who can’t recall the simple ‘i’ before ‘e’ rule.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amerikans who kant spell rite. (See below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davezilla.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/lanaguage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 497px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.davezilla.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/lanaguage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RENEE%7E1.CRO/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/RENEE%7E1.CRO/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6511325974912828352?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6511325974912828352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6511325974912828352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6511325974912828352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6511325974912828352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-agreemore-than-you-know.html' title='I Agree...more than you know'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2891119204441935635</id><published>2009-06-23T09:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:31:27.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday J</title><content type='html'>This day is amazing.  And it's amazing because it's my fiance's birthday.  Happy Birthday J!  I love celebrating the day you were born because if it wasn't for that, then you wouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart full as well as my life.  I can't wait to marry you, have children and share our life together.  Thank you so much for being here.  I don't know what else to say but thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uCxkiH1o6Mv3IMCtojNpKw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ScUGRTvwmYI/AAAAAAAAIpw/6fDkN-AZMng/s400/IMG_1075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/JerryAndRenee?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Jerry and Renee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2891119204441935635?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2891119204441935635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2891119204441935635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2891119204441935635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2891119204441935635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-j.html' title='Happy Birthday J'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ScUGRTvwmYI/AAAAAAAAIpw/6fDkN-AZMng/s72-c/IMG_1075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3189496761720994466</id><published>2009-06-21T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:04:48.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is So Sweet</title><content type='html'>I know I've posted a lot today but I had to share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090619/ap_on_re_us/us_dying_wish"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me so sad.  It made me think of my friend who has cancer but I'm glad this little girl was able to get what she wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;California girl gets dying wish to see movie 'Up'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HUNTINGTON BEACH, Calif. – Colby Curtin got her final wish.&lt;br /&gt;The 10-year-old girl desperately wanted to see the new Disney-Pixar movie, "Up." But the cancer-stricken girl was too sick to go to a theater.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a family friend who got in touch with the movie studio Pixar, an employee of the Emeryville-based company arrived at Colby's home with a DVD copy of the movie, The Orange County Register reported Friday. The girl died later that night.&lt;br /&gt;Colby's mother, Lisa, said she had asked her daughter if she could hang on until the movie arrived.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ready (to die), but I'm going to wait for the movie," she said her daughter replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Up" is the animated tale of a grumpy old man who, after his wife's death, tries to fulfill their joint dream of visiting South America by tying thousands of balloons to his house and floating away.&lt;br /&gt;"When I watched it, I had really no idea about the content of the theme of the movie," Colby's mother told the Register. "I just know that word 'Up' and all of the balloons and I swear to you, for me it meant that (Colby) was going to go up. Up to heaven."&lt;br /&gt;Colby, who was diagnosed with vascular cancer in 2005, saw previews for the film in April.&lt;br /&gt;"It was from then on, she said, 'I have to see that movie. It is so cool,'" family friend Carole Lynch said.&lt;br /&gt;But the girl's health began to deteriorate. On June 4, Curtin asked a hospice company to bring a wheelchair so that her daughter could go to a movie theater but the chair was not delivered over the weekend, Curtin said.&lt;br /&gt;By June 9, Colby was too sick to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Another family friend, Terrell Orum, called both Pixar and Disney, which owns the animation studio. The message was received by Pixar officials, who agreed to send someone to Colby's house the next day with a copy of "Up" for a private screening, Orum said.&lt;br /&gt;The employee arrived with the DVD, stuffed animals of characters and other movie memorabilia.&lt;br /&gt;Colby was unable to open her eyes to see the movie so her mother described the scenes. When her mother asked if she enjoyed it, the girl nodded, Curtin said.&lt;br /&gt;The Pixar employee left after the movie, taking the DVD, which has not been released. Lynch, who was with the family during the screening, said the employee's "eyes were just welled up."&lt;br /&gt;A call to Pixar seeking comment was not immediately returned Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Colby, with her parents nearby, died later that night.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother said one of the memorabilia left by the Pixar employee was an "adventure book" based on a scrapbook that, in the movie, is kept by the wife of the main character.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have to fill those adventures in for her," Lisa Curtin said of her daughter.&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/7871861553910774503-3189496761720994466?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3189496761720994466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3189496761720994466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3189496761720994466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3189496761720994466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-so-sweet.html' title='This is So Sweet'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1504065416525793625</id><published>2009-06-21T10:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:50:43.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama Man!</title><content type='html'>J showed me a video that I HAVE to share with you all.  It is HILARIOUS!  Everybody...meet Barack Obama Man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?templateID=203286&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?templateID=203286&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='templateID=203286&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&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/7871861553910774503-1504065416525793625?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1504065416525793625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1504065416525793625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1504065416525793625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1504065416525793625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/barack-obama-man.html' title='Barack Obama Man!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7659403673530886755</id><published>2009-06-21T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:41:51.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>I just want to say Happy Father's Day to all of the dads out there.  Especially to two of my favorite dad's, Arnold Crocker and Jerry Valentine. They are both COMPLETELY devoted to their children and family means so much to them.  I couldn't ask for a better dad or a better dad to my future children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I haven't always agreed but he's always been there for me and is so kind and generous.  I don't know what I would do without him.  I love you dad, and I don't think I can tell you enough.  Thanks for dealing with me all those years.  Can't wait to see you today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R6FKtH5BMRYyui7x2AHjMA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/R0o9jeQCfmI/AAAAAAAACfY/_C_BaKyupbs/s400/dad%20thanksgiving%202007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/Thanksgiving2007?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Thanksgiving 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to J, your constant attention and devotion to your children warms my heart.  I see you with other kids and I see the dad part coming out in you.  Thank you so much for being by my side and I can't wait to start our family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JXx54N1QifArH47B9nKkFA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ScUGKHcoKmI/AAAAAAAAIoU/Ac2argSzQBo/s400/IMG_1753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/JerryAndRenee?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Jerry and Renee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the dad's out there, go be with the one's you love.  Even if you can't be with your kids this day, know that you are still dads and this is still your day.  Happy Father's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7659403673530886755?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7659403673530886755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7659403673530886755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7659403673530886755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7659403673530886755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/R0o9jeQCfmI/AAAAAAAACfY/_C_BaKyupbs/s72-c/dad%20thanksgiving%202007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1255152596546271350</id><published>2009-06-21T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:20:17.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>J's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>We had an awesome birthday celebration yesterday!  We went out to eat at Buckhead's with my family.  You know how the Crocker's do it!  We eat to celebrate everything lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome birthday and I can tell that J really appreciated everybody gathering together and celebrating him.  I'm so happy he feels a part of the family and I can't wait for more celebrations with him (we're having another today for Father's Day!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J racked up on the gifts!  My He got three books (we love to read, what can I say?), a jonathan coulton CD/DVD, and my personal gift.  My gifts to him are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/L3p710I4Mz1NAYz_FW7HGQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sj4vFnQOIkI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/H7xMSSyQTgA/s400/IMG_2531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/JSBirthday?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;J&amp;#39;s Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 365 thing is that I thought of 365 things that I love about him and us, and cut each one out on a piece of paper so that he could have one for each day.  If he sticks to the one day thing, he will have one for every day until his next birthday.  He LOVED it and I got to show my creative side.  If I had made more time, I would have made my own container at a pottery shop.  Ugh, don't you hate when you think of a way to improve your ideas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner at Buckheads, we went to eat Homemade Ice Cream and Pie Kitchen with D and Danielle...and omg it was soooooo good.  I got dutch apple pie and J got mixed berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5CEtDHTxWh80f0OaHNiIOw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sj4vIBxxEtI/AAAAAAAAKRA/rYm7PlHafdw/s400/IMG_2528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/JSBirthday?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;J&amp;#39;s Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome day and I can't wait for more celebrations.  Click on the album name to see more pics.  Next time we should invite more people.  Make it a big blast...What do you think J?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1255152596546271350?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1255152596546271350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1255152596546271350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1255152596546271350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1255152596546271350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/js-birthday-party.html' title='J&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/Sj4vFnQOIkI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/H7xMSSyQTgA/s72-c/IMG_2531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2332048977158705464</id><published>2009-06-18T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:56:06.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toby:  Part Jack Russell Terrier, Part Venus Fly Trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8pQ3Lbo1jq2DWdcfRMaGjQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SjOXZeOQSLI/AAAAAAAAKNA/LLKzHD_OrXU/s400/IMG_2494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/TobyJune2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Toby June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had gotten it on video but J and I witnessed some amazing stuff by our dog Toby last night.  Somehow a fly had gotten in the room and before we knew it, Toby was off after it.  He kept at it for close to an hour.  He would leap in the area but his jaws would close a split second too late or a couple inches too far away.  And Toby was determined...when he knew it was too far away for him to get...he would just watch...and wait....like a venus fly trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had caught it, I wouldn't have a need for a fly swatter anymore.  Better luck next time Toby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2332048977158705464?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2332048977158705464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2332048977158705464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2332048977158705464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2332048977158705464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/toby-part-jack-russell-terrier-part.html' title='Toby:  Part Jack Russell Terrier, Part Venus Fly Trap'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SjOXZeOQSLI/AAAAAAAAKNA/LLKzHD_OrXU/s72-c/IMG_2494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2537066457182651084</id><published>2009-06-16T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:44:20.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog is a Puffball</title><content type='html'>Toby had a bath the other week.  Just had to share how he looks post-bath.  He looks like a big puff ball.  It's AWESOME!  I never thought I'd love an animal the way I love him.  /sigh...it's too bad that dogs can't love back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DCVwPCfz3WhGLyMFU3rRLQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SjOXaHUFaMI/AAAAAAAAKNE/2tVyRYUlbuE/s400/IMG_2507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/TobyJune2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Toby June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A3_Ri6lVW6Dhm-Wk5EMuQg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SjOXaXpR8xI/AAAAAAAAKNI/LZgdk4JGERo/s400/IMG_2505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/TobyJune2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Toby June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/82DkNR6nUz9CayEmoOK45A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SjOXbO5bmfI/AAAAAAAAKNM/s8CPSAV4nLM/s400/IMG_2506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/TobyJune2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Toby June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2537066457182651084?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2537066457182651084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2537066457182651084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2537066457182651084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2537066457182651084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dog-is-puffball.html' title='My dog is a Puffball'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SjOXaHUFaMI/AAAAAAAAKNE/2tVyRYUlbuE/s72-c/IMG_2507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1444529464369964635</id><published>2009-06-13T08:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:21:23.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Eyed Peas - The E.N.D. (The Energy Never Dies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.celeb9.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/blackeyedpeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 338px;" src="http://images.celeb9.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/blackeyedpeas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Looooooove the Black Eyed Peas new album. I was never really an album-wide fan until this album.  The hits just keep coming on this album and I just find myself dancing even when it's just playing in the background.  So I suggest you get it right now.  I got it for $5 off of Amazon. So go follow my lead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1444529464369964635?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1444529464369964635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1444529464369964635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1444529464369964635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1444529464369964635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-eyed-peas-end-energy-never-dies.html' title='Black Eyed Peas - The E.N.D. (The Energy Never Dies)'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6597793899775642607</id><published>2009-06-13T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:14:55.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy!!!</title><content type='html'>J and I got iPhones yesterday!  Yes, yes, i know.  I already had an iTouch but I didn't have an iPhone!!!  So get on the ball already and call me.  Call me!  Umm...didn't I mention you should call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M4GG44KEUlkzgrUu7mIB3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SjOW8zMe5cI/AAAAAAAAKMk/BKWK_u0Sb2k/s400/IMG_2513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6597793899775642607?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6597793899775642607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6597793899775642607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6597793899775642607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6597793899775642607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-toy.html' title='New Toy!!!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SjOW8zMe5cI/AAAAAAAAKMk/BKWK_u0Sb2k/s72-c/IMG_2513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8138603812848518520</id><published>2009-06-11T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:23:18.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Boy Toby....You Viscious Dog You</title><content type='html'>Our apartment maintenance guy had to call J and make sure that somebody was home at our apartment or that our dog was put up because knocked on the door and Toby barked loud and hard.  He was worried that he was going to get bit. (He was put up in his crate anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little do they know, he would have just ran up to them and licked them.  He is sooooo not the biting type.  Good boy Toby.  Way to keep strangers away!  You're getting a treat when we get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2dU5EFGFLnb2VzAX9Pv_Bw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShckeE3n1nI/AAAAAAAAIzA/N1n1MYRJKwI/s400/IMG_2367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/Toby02?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Toby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8138603812848518520?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8138603812848518520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8138603812848518520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8138603812848518520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8138603812848518520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-boy-tobyyou-viscious-dog-you.html' title='Good Boy Toby....You Viscious Dog You'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShckeE3n1nI/AAAAAAAAIzA/N1n1MYRJKwI/s72-c/IMG_2367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-583365225174254571</id><published>2009-06-10T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:36:46.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr....errr....President Obama</title><content type='html'>J brought up a question that I had thought of before and I was glad to know it wasn't just me.  Why is it that the news and radio stations seem to refer to Barack Obama as Mr. Obama?  I could have sworn that they used to address Bush as President Bush.  Just feels a little inconsiderate.  I mean the man DID manage to sway the minds of millions of Americans.  Is it too much to ask to address him by the title that he earned?  Well President Obama, you'll always be President Obama to me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Spellchecker...get with it!  He's the President of the freakin United States already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-583365225174254571?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/583365225174254571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=583365225174254571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/583365225174254571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/583365225174254571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/mrerrrpresident-obama.html' title='Mr....errr....President Obama'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7433110947770783556</id><published>2009-06-09T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:56:39.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter</title><content type='html'>So I discovered something today while I was at work.  I really don't like to go on Facebook anymore other than to update my status.  If i go on there, I have to dig through tons of STUPID surveys, quizzes, and advertisements that didn't used to be there.  I HATE them.  Who cares the five people you would like to punch most, your top five fast food joints, and how well do you know "blah person".  This has really got to stop.  So to find my friends statuses and pictures I literally have to wade through all of that.  It's getting as bad as MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave MySpace when all the blaring music and loud colors drove me away.  It was driving me insane.  Now I end up spending all of my time on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Iceflare"&gt;http://twitter.com/Iceflare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like as Myspace evolved, I hated it, and moved to Facebook which I loved.  Now that Facebook is evolving it might be my turn to move on....again.  I just want to find a social networking site that isn't annoying.  Seems like Twitter is becoming that for me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7433110947770783556?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7433110947770783556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7433110947770783556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7433110947770783556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7433110947770783556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/myspace-facebook-and-twitter.html' title='Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3659032273665745416</id><published>2009-06-09T10:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:22:11.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They are the Christianest Family</title><content type='html'>I have nothing against anybody's religion or how they choose to show it.  But I still thought that this was hilarious.  This family is EXTRA Christian..I mean...look at all those little fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GND9UMAgC2kooxNEvTn6Rw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SisK-OEq3mI/AAAAAAAAKFA/zKwng7elnSs/s400/IMG_2426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/May2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;May 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-3659032273665745416?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3659032273665745416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3659032273665745416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3659032273665745416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3659032273665745416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-are-christianest-family.html' title='They are the Christianest Family'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SisK-OEq3mI/AAAAAAAAKFA/zKwng7elnSs/s72-c/IMG_2426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-5948828033878234846</id><published>2009-06-07T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:45:00.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Love</title><content type='html'>I am in love with something else other than J.  This love isn't as deep or true and I would always pick him over my new love.  But wow.  I love them all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iLVx35Xk85ZyhwrCpgPcxQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SiwcbyAR_tI/AAAAAAAAKKQ/HvxjegA_Srs/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/June2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;June 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-5948828033878234846?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5948828033878234846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=5948828033878234846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5948828033878234846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5948828033878234846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-second-love.html' title='My Second Love'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SiwcbyAR_tI/AAAAAAAAKKQ/HvxjegA_Srs/s72-c/IMG_2493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1550407653488855618</id><published>2009-06-07T00:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:56:43.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UP...UP...and Away!</title><content type='html'>Just got back from seeing our friends' new house.  I love it!!!!  They BOTH have awesome ideas (you all work well together!).  Then we went to see UP in 3D.  J and I had already seen it before (not in 3D) but we HAD to go see it again.  I love the subtle way that Pixar put in the 3D.  I like it when it's not all in your face.  Our friends loved it and I'm glad that I picked a good movie (for once).  Can't wait until their couples shower.  It's gonna be awesome!  Finished off the night with a strawberry shake from Steak 'N' Shake.  Good times.  And A and C, see you on the bowling lane next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1550407653488855618?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1550407653488855618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1550407653488855618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1550407653488855618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1550407653488855618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/upupand-away.html' title='UP...UP...and Away!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3082211940145096024</id><published>2009-06-06T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:45:41.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta visit!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pics located here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/VisitToAtlanta?feat=directlink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-3082211940145096024?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3082211940145096024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3082211940145096024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3082211940145096024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3082211940145096024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/atlanta-visit.html' title='Atlanta visit!!!!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7393398648191974999</id><published>2009-06-04T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:19:18.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Begone Devil Spam!</title><content type='html'>Proof that spam is the Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/6ls8j" title="Proof that spam is the devil... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/6ls8j.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Proof that spam is the devil... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7393398648191974999?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7393398648191974999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7393398648191974999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7393398648191974999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7393398648191974999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/begone-devil-spam.html' title='Begone Devil Spam!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6259214818152382349</id><published>2009-06-03T12:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:07:31.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moooooving</title><content type='html'>So J and I are moving this weekend.  For some reason it all seems must more calm and less frantic than the last time I moved.  I credit that to J because he doesn't allow me to freak out.  We will be without internet for a bit (hopefully only one day) but that will be alright.  I need to unpack anyway.  And then (hopefully) spend some time with Adrienne and Cole to unwind so J and I can just be ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding planning is still going on ahead.  I may have some good news on the planning front.  If it pans out, I'll let everybody know!!!  Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6259214818152382349?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6259214818152382349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6259214818152382349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6259214818152382349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6259214818152382349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/moooooving.html' title='Moooooving'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7983024202294483324</id><published>2009-06-02T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:04:05.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot 'Lanta (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>My remainder of time in Atlanta was awesome (again).  On Saturday, I slept in and then Deidre and I went and had lunch at a Mexican restaurant.  We went to see UP and omg that move is sooooo good.  If you haven't seen it, I suggest you go and bring some kleenex.  That movie is a tear jerker.  Then we went to see Jonathan Coulton in Lil' Five Points.  Thanks to J, I found out he was playing in Atlanta.  Deidre didn't get a lot of the geekie jokes but that's ok.  It gave me the opportunity to explain it to her.  That was a late night and reminded me I'm not as young as I used to be.  The next day, J came to Atlanta!!!  Then we took Toby and Beckham to the dog park.  They were both soooo good and I'm so proud of them!  We took pics and I'll put them on picasa tomorrow.  We then went to eat dinner with my namesake and her husband, plus Deidre and Anthony.  We both had an awesome weekend and it will be even better when we can spend it with each other.  Can't wait to go back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7983024202294483324?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7983024202294483324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7983024202294483324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7983024202294483324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7983024202294483324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-lanta-part-2.html' title='Hot &apos;Lanta (Part 2)'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-4497899645892318874</id><published>2009-05-30T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:46:31.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street..man I loved it.</title><content type='html'>Only cuz I love LL Cool J.  Other great Sesame Street (some vintage) videos at YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKD148lpBAE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKD148lpBAE&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/7871861553910774503-4497899645892318874?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4497899645892318874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=4497899645892318874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4497899645892318874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4497899645892318874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/sesame-streetman-i-loved-it.html' title='Sesame Street..man I loved it.'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6356566411679678854</id><published>2009-05-30T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:17:19.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story 3!</title><content type='html'>I've always loved Toy Story 3 and I can't wait for the movie to come out.  Here's the brand new teaser trailer for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXJEDUainX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXJEDUainX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/7871861553910774503-6356566411679678854?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6356566411679678854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6356566411679678854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6356566411679678854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6356566411679678854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/toy-story-3.html' title='Toy Story 3!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2355470098707663417</id><published>2009-05-30T10:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:07:28.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot 'Lanta</title><content type='html'>Having an awesome time with my sister in Atlanta. Last night we ate pizza at Finelli's and gelato at Paulo's (which was excellent)  I forgot my camera (I was so mad)  so no pics of that.  But we're doing other fun stuff today so I'll take pics of that.  It's cool spending time with her since I don't get to do too much of that.  She is moving two hours further away from Louisville so I will probably get to see her less now.  I wish her well.  See you all when I see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2355470098707663417?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2355470098707663417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2355470098707663417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2355470098707663417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2355470098707663417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-lanta.html' title='Hot &apos;Lanta'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-2114056558964373926</id><published>2009-05-27T07:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:34:52.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Date Cards!!!</title><content type='html'>So I got save the date cards even though I probably didn't need to.  But I wanted to.  And it's our wedding.  So we get to do what we want :)  I love them and I'm excited about them.  Now I have to mail them all!!  Happy hunting today and may your blades never dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5g32zNqzfliOuOliGW3skg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShyHvuB-biI/AAAAAAAAJHE/FwB1Cm6Yg7s/s400/IMG_2420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/May2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;May 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LXKqPdYwDBl659V1GLzZLg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShyHv7GNTUI/AAAAAAAAJHI/q_KGiuqeYZg/s400/IMG_2421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker/May2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;May 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-2114056558964373926?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2114056558964373926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=2114056558964373926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2114056558964373926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/2114056558964373926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/save-date-cards.html' title='Save the Date Cards!!!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShyHvuB-biI/AAAAAAAAJHE/FwB1Cm6Yg7s/s72-c/IMG_2420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-378016382326322786</id><published>2009-05-25T21:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:54:57.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet a Twit</title><content type='html'>So I'm trying to get into this Twitter thing.  This is the second or third time I've tried.  Most of the time, i haven't been able to keep up and I tweeted about once every other day.  I'm trying to be a little more diligent and follow along with everybody's tweets.  I'm actually not doing too bad.  And I've tweeted a proud 68 tweets.  I don't bother to look at other people's numbers because I know I can't compare.  I just know it's good for me.  So for all who would like...I'm &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Iceflare"&gt;http://twitter.com/Iceflare&lt;/a&gt;.  Follow along and tweet some twits with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-378016382326322786?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/378016382326322786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=378016382326322786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/378016382326322786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/378016382326322786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/tweet-twit.html' title='Tweet a Twit'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-3183688134117973669</id><published>2009-05-23T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:44:14.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday</title><content type='html'>Here's a geeky video for my WoW Peeps.  Man it's catchy.  The guy is talented. For all of you that don't understand, your missing out.  Join the addiction that is WoW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Rid4pS131M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Rid4pS131M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/7871861553910774503-3183688134117973669?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3183688134117973669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=3183688134117973669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3183688134117973669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/3183688134117973669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-243319176025377610</id><published>2009-05-22T18:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:55:11.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>I have TONS of new pictures posted on &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker"&gt;Picasa (http://picasaweb.google.com/reneecrocker)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like wading through them all, they are there.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-243319176025377610?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/243319176025377610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=243319176025377610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/243319176025377610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/243319176025377610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-805279039077501866</id><published>2009-05-22T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:21:14.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds in a Truck...Much like Snakes on a Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShclUPDD98I/AAAAAAAAI6o/_p9ABnxPock/s1600-h/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShclUPDD98I/AAAAAAAAI6o/_p9ABnxPock/s320/IMG_2399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338776912837998530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and I walked out of the house this week and we noticed this....birds....in our neighbor's truck...three robins.  We just stopped and our jaws dropped.  They were fluttering around against the windows trying to get out.  We tried to do our good deed and tell him that birds had used the bathroom all inside his car but he didn't answer the door.  The things that I see...*shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-805279039077501866?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/805279039077501866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=805279039077501866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/805279039077501866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/805279039077501866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/birds-in-truckmuch-like-snakes-on-plane.html' title='Birds in a Truck...Much like Snakes on a Plane'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShclUPDD98I/AAAAAAAAI6o/_p9ABnxPock/s72-c/IMG_2399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6288422030292075389</id><published>2009-05-22T09:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:20:03.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newwwwburg!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had a blast from the past.  Someone mentioned on my Facebook that when someone's pager went off (I have no idea where he was that someone had a pager)  he was tempted to yell out "Neewwwwwwwburg!!!!".  I totally forgot we used to say that.  And then all the people from Newburg would be mad and ready to fight.  Ah...the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6288422030292075389?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6288422030292075389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6288422030292075389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6288422030292075389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6288422030292075389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/newwwwburg.html' title='Newwwwburg!!!!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7159079430837774910</id><published>2009-05-22T08:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:17:39.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShckcU3AhLI/AAAAAAAAIys/eDM2nC5zj2o/s1600-h/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShckcU3AhLI/AAAAAAAAIys/eDM2nC5zj2o/s320/IMG_2415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338775952325379250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday during lunch, J and I went to the post office on fourth street live.  And who did I see standing outside of Friday's but Gary.  Gary is a dear friend of mine who I used to serve with at a different Friday's.  We haven't stayed in contact but it felt so good to see him.  I introduced him to J and it felt so right.  We really have to go sit in his section at Friday's.  It's funny how you don't realize how much you've missed somebody until you see them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked by a concert on a roof of a store on fourth street.  It's Abbey Road!  The Beatles celebration.  I'm not a fan of the Beatles but it was awesome seeing all the people celebrating.  It was a feel good event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Toast*  Here's to old friendships.  May they never dull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7159079430837774910?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7159079430837774910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7159079430837774910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7159079430837774910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7159079430837774910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShckcU3AhLI/AAAAAAAAIys/eDM2nC5zj2o/s72-c/IMG_2415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8145637014368406461</id><published>2009-05-19T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:18:39.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spice Cake?  I made that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShckrLGhWoI/AAAAAAAAI1M/p1KLPfZ4WJE/s1600-h/IMG_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShckrLGhWoI/AAAAAAAAI1M/p1KLPfZ4WJE/s320/IMG_2413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338776207404128898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics when I get home but I made Spice Cake with cream cheese icing after our dinner of chili and cornbread.  Mmmmmmmm.  Have to feed my sweet tooth sometime.  Did I mention I was proud that I can cook?  /brush shoulders off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8145637014368406461?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8145637014368406461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8145637014368406461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8145637014368406461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8145637014368406461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/spice-cake-i-made-that.html' title='Spice Cake?  I made that'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/ShckrLGhWoI/AAAAAAAAI1M/p1KLPfZ4WJE/s72-c/IMG_2413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8409766298138517112</id><published>2009-05-14T18:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:19:16.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog misses us</title><content type='html'>So I finally decided to take a video of Toby when I come home.  He is like this every time we step in the door.  Makes me feel loved.  :)  He used to be really bad with jumping but he's soooo much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmEaO_95By0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmEaO_95By0&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/7871861553910774503-8409766298138517112?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8409766298138517112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8409766298138517112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8409766298138517112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8409766298138517112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dog-misses-us.html' title='My dog misses us'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1001869610607252311</id><published>2009-05-12T22:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:43:29.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Needs To Apologize</title><content type='html'>Just watched Kris sing Apologize by One Republic on American Idol.  Sooooo disappointed.  I remember that song with fond memories and that memory tonight wouldn't be one of them.  Apologize Chris!!!!  On a better note:  Yay Adam!!  He rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Damn it Kris, you just had to sing Kanye West's Heartless and redeem yourself.  You ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1001869610607252311?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1001869610607252311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1001869610607252311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1001869610607252311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1001869610607252311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/chris-needs-to-apologize.html' title='Chris Needs To Apologize'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1250493999795763188</id><published>2009-05-10T22:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:45:36.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Speed Toby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SgeROLrVDLI/AAAAAAAAIs4/zX7rcXtNjlQ/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SgeROLrVDLI/AAAAAAAAIs4/zX7rcXtNjlQ/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334391956482362546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from taking Toby from his nightly walk.  As I was walking I was contemplating, my dog only has two speeds; trot and all out run.  If he is made to walk for some reason, he looks back at me as if to say, why are you slowing down crazy woman.  But in reality, he's probably looking to see if I have any treats.  Thanks to him, I am getting regular exercise.  Thanks Toby.  Now if I can just get him to have some influence on my eating habits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1250493999795763188?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1250493999795763188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1250493999795763188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1250493999795763188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1250493999795763188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-speed-toby.html' title='Two-Speed Toby'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SgeROLrVDLI/AAAAAAAAIs4/zX7rcXtNjlQ/s72-c/IMG_2260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-4932851787110071204</id><published>2009-05-10T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:47:47.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I have to take this time to send a Happy Mother's Day Shout out to my one and only mother, Mrs. Cynthia Crocker.  I'm a bit biased here but she is THE best Mom in the ENTIRE cosmos.  She has been nothing but awesome to me, from welcoming J into the family, and letting Toby roam around her newly redone house (as much as he sheds), to well...I guess...birthing me.  I guess that last part is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to spending time with her today.  She's amazing, and if you don't know her, you are missing something special.  Happy Mother's Day, Mom, this is your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Awesome job on the party last night.  I'm proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-4932851787110071204?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4932851787110071204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=4932851787110071204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4932851787110071204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/4932851787110071204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6111900354725713112</id><published>2009-05-10T08:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:34:56.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grats to Danielle-Kimberly!</title><content type='html'>Danielle and Kimberly had an AWESOME graduation party last night.  Good food, good friends, good time had by all.  There were soooooo many people there.  Sorry you missed it if you weren't there!  You would have gotten to experience the Crocker Family in full swing!  All the craziness!  I love my family.  We are all so close and I wouldn't want it any other way.  Pics on my Picasa to come soon whenever I get around to posting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to my new BFF D!  We're gonna do lunch soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-6111900354725713112?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6111900354725713112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6111900354725713112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6111900354725713112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6111900354725713112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/grats-to-danielle-kimberly.html' title='Grats to Danielle-Kimberly!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-1860467659612777837</id><published>2009-05-07T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:30:49.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So BA</title><content type='html'>I can make some bad ass chicken soft tacos.  Man...seriously.  Don't you wish you could have some.  Just had to toot my own horn.  /brush shoulders off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-1860467659612777837?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1860467659612777837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=1860467659612777837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1860467659612777837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/1860467659612777837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-ba.html' title='So BA'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-6172804213787466940</id><published>2009-05-02T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:11:07.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap Chop Rap</title><content type='html'>J thinks I'm obsessed with Vince the Slap Chop Guy, but then he added that EVERYBODY on the internet these days is obsessed with Vince the Slap Chop Guy.  I'm not obsessed, i just find him ridiculous.  And ridiculous people beget ridiculous moments; such as the one below.  Enjoy...laugh...and rap along.  It's catchy as hell.  Thanks to Robert for the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWRyj5cHIQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWRyj5cHIQA&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/7871861553910774503-6172804213787466940?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6172804213787466940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=6172804213787466940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6172804213787466940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/6172804213787466940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/slap-chop-rap.html' title='Slap Chop Rap'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8465885388157932384</id><published>2009-04-30T12:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:46:17.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing For Change</title><content type='html'>J found an amazing website the other day.  These are just two episodes on the website.  Music always stirs something within me.  They are using donations to build music schools throughout the world.  This is a cause I would really like to give to.  Enjoy the music, visit the website to see the rest of the episodes, and donate if you like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.playingforchange.com/player/widget.swf?episode=2" width="460" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.playingforchange.com/player/widget.swf?episode=3" width="460" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8465885388157932384?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8465885388157932384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8465885388157932384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8465885388157932384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8465885388157932384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/playing-for-change.html' title='Playing For Change'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-5899037567352025025</id><published>2009-04-29T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:36:23.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering the Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SfhJsNRDS9I/AAAAAAAAIsY/Aasehrl-vvU/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SfhJsNRDS9I/AAAAAAAAIsY/Aasehrl-vvU/s320/image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330091182817233874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at work eating granola yogurt (because that is so unimportant to this anecdote that I thought I would include it) and I was listening to my Major Spoilers podcast (it's about comic books, yes, yes, I'm a nerd) and they were talking about Magic the Gathering.  This is a game that I used to know nothing about, but I've come to learn more about it through my past.  I played a couple of times but I think I liked the art on the cards and organizing them more than playing.  The podcast was pretty interesting and made me remember a lot of good memories about Magic.  (Can you believe I actually went to a state tournament?  Well not me participating but I was there!)  I think I still have a bunch of cards around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FACT OR FICTION!!!!  CHOOSE!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;--nerdy Asian Magic kid at State Tournament&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-5899037567352025025?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5899037567352025025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=5899037567352025025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5899037567352025025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5899037567352025025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/gathering-magic.html' title='Gathering the Magic'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SfhJsNRDS9I/AAAAAAAAIsY/Aasehrl-vvU/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-5439412816387083284</id><published>2009-04-25T20:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:06:04.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation: Cracker Barrel</title><content type='html'>I went to have brunch at Cracker Barrel this morning (was amazing as usual).  And while we ate, I observed an older gentleman beside us eating a bowl of chili.  With HUGE pieces of onion (and I mean huge).  About 20 of them.  On top of the chili.  I hope I didn't stare too much.  I feel sorry for the woman that was with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-5439412816387083284?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5439412816387083284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=5439412816387083284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5439412816387083284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/5439412816387083284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/observation-cracker-barrel.html' title='Observation: Cracker Barrel'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-7728087107681638821</id><published>2009-04-18T00:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:33:15.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;FW&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SelX58B1xhI/AAAAAAAAIrI/x5bngHYBnb0/s1600-h/0417091635-759024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SelX58B1xhI/AAAAAAAAIrI/x5bngHYBnb0/s320/0417091635-759024.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325884687220327954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He knows i hate when he makes this face. So i decided to show the world how ugly it is. Yes i love him but i hate it.  not going to thunder this weekend. There will be way too many people and way too much traffic. I hate traffic.  make sure to come to louisville for derby.  its going to be a blast as always.&lt;p&gt;This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-7728087107681638821?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7728087107681638821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=7728087107681638821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7728087107681638821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/7728087107681638821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-knows-i-hate-when-he-makes-this-faca.html' title='&amp;lt;FW&amp;gt;'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SelX58B1xhI/AAAAAAAAIrI/x5bngHYBnb0/s72-c/0417091635-759024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871861553910774503.post-8008331553356949664</id><published>2009-04-17T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:32:14.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SeiusFY8OjI/AAAAAAAAIrA/FwfqHbZ6Y_0/s1600-h/0410091626-740295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SeiusFY8OjI/AAAAAAAAIrA/FwfqHbZ6Y_0/s320/0410091626-740295.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325698631749876274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Trying to see if this works. (posting from my phone) simple pic of me.  i am so ready for this weekend but how is that different from any other weekend.  i am ready for more moving plans and wedding plans. Maybe golden corral? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871861553910774503-8008331553356949664?l=reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8008331553356949664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871861553910774503&amp;postID=8008331553356949664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8008331553356949664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871861553910774503/posts/default/8008331553356949664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneesbaresoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-see-if-this-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156895222164988206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SKVyuoGnFJI/AAAAAAAAFag/dAYIr-9W0JQ/S220/IMG_1220.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTZf_BZIXFo/SeiusFY8OjI/AAAAAAAAIrA/FwfqHbZ6Y_0/s72-c/0410091626-740295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
