tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19219013574960811082008-07-18T10:36:46.697-05:00{Adventures of Pearl Girl}PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-74633683220602008172008-07-18T10:18:00.005-05:002008-07-18T10:36:46.709-05:00all the things i buy...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SIC18bm5CSI/AAAAAAAABKk/Tw2lr-QMD2Q/s1600-h/i_am_not_a_plastic_bag_image.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SIC18bm5CSI/AAAAAAAABKk/Tw2lr-QMD2Q/s320/i_am_not_a_plastic_bag_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224375617557432610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />while running an errand in <a href="http://www.cityofpflugerville.com/">p-ville</a> last week, i came across this little gift shop, oh la la. i'm unable to find a website for it but have hooked you up with the <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&client=firefox-a&ie=UTF-8&q=oo+la+la&near=Pflugerville,+TX&fb=1&view=text&latlng=5130169341740087748&dtab=7">location</a> for now, if any of you locals feel obliged to take a trip over. i was really hoping for a kick-ass candle selection in the side side shop but i was pretty disappointed and wanted to sooth my shopping blues. that is when i stumbled upon this chic canvas bag. a while back, this bag was all the rage because some hottie tottie designer thought up a screened print version. apparently, it wasn't trademarked... i pretty sure they are all over now. but my version was less than $30 and it's embroidered!!! which makes me love it even more.<br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-91197128627445500382008-07-17T20:39:00.003-05:002008-07-18T10:13:43.115-05:00say what?<span style="font-weight: bold;">who:</span> Lola (my car.) (and yes, she does speak to me. seriously.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">said what:</span>"now showing all CASINO icons"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">in regards to:</span> request for fast food icons<br /><br />... really?!PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-62637644868682601582008-07-10T10:21:00.004-05:002008-07-10T10:24:49.772-05:00a to the tx<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.18504291.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.18504291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />by <a href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.18504291.jpg"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">awebstertx</span></a><br /><br /></div>so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> on my way into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ausitn</span> this afternoon for some partying, a little bridal business, and some much need QT with all those special <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">austinites</span> i hold near and dear to my heart. hold on to your hats, it gonna be a blast!PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-26287901427562696062008-07-09T11:25:00.003-05:002008-07-09T11:35:30.482-05:00lost.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.21310268.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.21310268.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=10104023">JameSSpicer</a><br /></div><br />you know that feeling you get in your stomach when you have to do something you dread or you find yourself in a very uncomfortable situation and want to remove yourself as soon as possible? nervous. anxious. confused.<br /><br />i have it. it's gross. i want it to go away. i am not quite sure how to do that.PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-81085026495479487962008-07-08T16:20:00.000-05:002008-07-08T16:39:42.369-05:00the 4th... on the 8th.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhGhDpoLI/AAAAAAAABI8/AjBmIwbshZc/s1600-h/IMG_2886.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhGhDpoLI/AAAAAAAABI8/AjBmIwbshZc/s400/IMG_2886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220341682656616626" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">the wainwright cabin.... isn't it patriotic?!<br /><br />i took a little road trip out to east <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">texas</span> to visit with sister no.1 and her family for the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>. it was filled with food, fireworks and fun. not much more happened that deserves an epic tale of repeating into the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blogosphere</span> so here are some pics of the pretty little kiddos i adore so very much.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhG9AXqzI/AAAAAAAABJE/8YdOFzPcGjI/s1600-h/IMG_2866.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhG9AXqzI/AAAAAAAABJE/8YdOFzPcGjI/s400/IMG_2866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220341690159049522" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">this is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">taylor</span>. i call him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tatar</span> tot but not out loud, only in my head. his friends call him kicker, he is the star kicker for the high school football team. i find the name annoying. i will continue to call him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tatar</span> tot. but only in my head. he is staying the week with me. oh how i have forgotten the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sassiness</span> of a 15 year old teenager.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhHXQrbtI/AAAAAAAABJM/ZDbSDgPnqtg/s1600-h/IMG_2872.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhHXQrbtI/AAAAAAAABJM/ZDbSDgPnqtg/s400/IMG_2872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220341697206775506" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">this is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dawson</span>. every so often sister no. 1's husband buzzes all the kids hair. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dawson</span> wanted a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mohawk</span>. i think he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">rawks</span> it.... and to give credit where credit is due, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">taylor</span> sported the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">mohawk</span> first a few weeks back. he was trying to shock sister no. 1. she held it together pretty well.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhHamIxOI/AAAAAAAABJU/A4zbTDU2iVI/s1600-h/IMG_2870.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhHamIxOI/AAAAAAAABJU/A4zbTDU2iVI/s400/IMG_2870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220341698102084834" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">here is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">calan</span>. one day, i want his nick name to be cal. i don't think it will take but one can wish. he has amazing eyes. i tell sister no. 1 that he will be her rock star, not like mick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">jagger</span> rock star more like kick ass and take names rock star... not that the other kids won't do amazing things but i think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">calan</span> will be the one that changes the world.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhH802kgI/AAAAAAAABJc/SME_zdZe-2k/s1600-h/IMG_2863.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJhH802kgI/AAAAAAAABJc/SME_zdZe-2k/s400/IMG_2863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220341707290612226" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and finally. i posted about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">madison</span> a few days ago. she is still our princess. and will be until the end of days. she is just too much! all of sister no.1 kids have been tiny little things... you could pick them all up and swing them around with your pinkie finger. but not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">madison</span>. she is solid. solid as a rock! lord knows she needs to be with three older brothers. oh i love her so.<br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-12762580582749097462008-07-07T16:24:00.007-05:002008-07-08T08:44:07.338-05:00all the things i want...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHNvIFBTrVI/AAAAAAAABJk/AKhHM6j5N_g/s1600-h/07.07+wrinkles.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHNvIFBTrVI/AAAAAAAABJk/AKhHM6j5N_g/s320/07.07+wrinkles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220638577629834578" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />via postsecret<br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-70446596721367791862008-07-07T12:28:00.005-05:002008-07-07T13:20:20.354-05:00freak out.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJbxoIPMlI/AAAAAAAABIs/XNlH_YofW7w/s1600-h/IMG_2912.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SHJbxoIPMlI/AAAAAAAABIs/XNlH_YofW7w/s320/IMG_2912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220335826219512402" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>saturday morning i woke up to quiet. complete and utter stillness. if you know the pup pictured above... you know this is an odd occurrence. with this awkward feeling that something wasn't right, i jumped up and found turk laying beside the bed on a pile of clothes. with a sigh of relief, i begin to leave my bedroom and walk to the stairs to find the other canine half of my morning alarm that had failed to go off. not finding gauge at first glance, i turned back to notice turk not following in my foot steps. i went back into my room finding him still laying in my pile of clothes. he stood up on his front legs with his ears straight back. i thought to myself... HOLD THE PHONE. something is terribly wrong here. when the most energetic dog in the world is not up and at 'em at the crack of dawn, we have a problem. i called turk over to me and with a one-two step with his hind legs, his bum fell flat to the floor.... he tried again and it was a no go. I was scared out of my mind!!! TurkieLeg's legs weren't working!<br /><br />after about an hour of rubbing his legs, calling around to professionals, praying to james, and crying some tears i decided to set him up on my bed and keep him off his legs for the day. i have never seen turk down for the count... even when his little boys were removed he was still pretty energetic and aware. but saturday, he was a completely different dog. he slept the entire day except for when i would leave his side. he cried when he couldn't see me. and he whimpered when gauge would leave the room. i was fearful that he would never be able to walk on his own again.... images of turk in a doggie wheelchair raced across my mind... have we talked about dramatic i can be at times? here would be a perfect example.<br /><br />anyhow... at about 6pm, turk woke up from a nap, heard the front door open, bounded up and barreled down the stairs and straight out the door... like nothing had ever been wrong. I MEAN!<br /><br />sometimes... i want to ring his little neck.PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-79629231310655800472008-07-01T16:42:00.003-05:002008-07-01T16:46:01.742-05:00all the things i want...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.traditionalhome.com/design_decorating/showhouses/statements2007_9.html"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGqlLtshVPI/AAAAAAAABIU/pr3O-uw7DCY/s320/07.01+closet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218164738925614322" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.traditionalhome.com/design_decorating/showhouses/statements2007_9.html">traditional home</a><br /><br />seriously.... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> not even kidding.<br /><br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-50608527390440039212008-06-30T12:10:00.003-05:002008-06-30T12:15:09.950-05:00all the things i want...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecandifactory.com/products/friday"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGkToQeBfDI/AAAAAAAABH0/nBeRy_kPJuU/s320/06.30+undies.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217723225622019122" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />this is how i propose, we ladies, make everyday friday... buy like 10 pair of these <a href="http://www.thecandifactory.com/products/friday">super cute undies </a>made by <a href="http://www.thecandifactory.com/pages/home">the candi factory</a> and wear them everyday because everyone knows the days of the week are according to what it says on your underwear!PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-67369468093364769412008-06-30T11:34:00.008-05:002008-06-30T12:08:53.106-05:00temper.i haven't been up to much these day. i've been trying to lock myself in my room and force my hand at getting the nitty gritty, bore my face off, rather shoot myself in the foot for entertainment, stuff out of way so i can jump to oh! so glorious fun part of starting a business. the lock on the door works from the inside, therefore... not much forcing going on. but i was witness to one of the most dramatic temper tantrums this weekend while swimming with sister no.1 and her litter of kiddos. i wonder where in the world could she have ever gotten that kind of temper.... we are such a quiet and calm family!! (in another galaxy far, far away.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGkNbZYkBsI/AAAAAAAABHk/a1HFT85aAGc/s1600-h/IMG_2773.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGkNbZYkBsI/AAAAAAAABHk/a1HFT85aAGc/s320/IMG_2773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217716407606970050" border="0" /></a><br />ms. madison, our pretty, pretty princess.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> i just had to snap a picture! she will hate me in 15 years because of this photo. but i will love her for.ever.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">update: so i felt like a bad a gi-gi for posting a not so lovely picture of madison. so here... i must do her justice.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGkQkUm-IpI/AAAAAAAABHs/GYEiiMzmgTQ/s1600-h/IMG_2735_2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 370px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGkQkUm-IpI/AAAAAAAABHs/GYEiiMzmgTQ/s320/IMG_2735_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217719859478930066" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-60751158365524568902008-06-26T15:52:00.004-05:002008-06-26T16:23:16.776-05:00all the things i want...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.patinastores.com/Products/GoldPearl_Clover_Ear_077515.cfm"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGQDqcoHpNI/AAAAAAAABHU/K3NvwXdK7gg/s320/06.26+earrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216298296175731922" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>i need some new simple earrings and these are pretty cute, no? they may not be pearl earrings but they sure are mother of pearl... but for $24.00 from <a href="http://www.patinastores.com/Products/GoldPearl_Clover_Ear_077515.cfm">Patina.com</a>, I doubt that's even the truth. Nevertheless, they're still sweet!PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-88099559359513575972008-06-26T13:15:00.004-05:002008-06-26T14:40:14.376-05:00all the things i buy...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGPc6qYbHTI/AAAAAAAABHE/qMWh2XJaNTY/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGPc6qYbHTI/AAAAAAAABHE/qMWh2XJaNTY/s320/IMG_2734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216255693792419122" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />a few weeks ago i had a debatable discussion with fellow friends about the clean, pristine, white chuck vs. the gunky, falling apart, nasty chuck. i lost the debate. swampy even jumped my ship and sided with the other team. it was a sad day. seeing that i didn't even own a pair of <a href="http://www.converse.com/index.aspx?mode=shoes&fid=26#shoes">chuck taylors</a>, i decided to truly have an opinion, i needed to try these guys out for myself.<br /><br />i have. AND i am sticking to the clean and pristine approach. i like the simple clean tennis shoe look with jeans and a tee. what can i say? i like classic and CLEAN!<br /><br />i am not trying to be a poser, promise. and since i won't be going to <a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1232/564021861_8f933fa666_o.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.flickr.com/photos/downtownboston/564021861/&h=2048&w=1536&sz=141&hl=en&start=9&sig2=j9IgJ_rI1Ov-9-0S0_xM-A&um=1&tbnid=AmwxNYiyRPL-CM:&tbnh=130&tbnw=98&ei=ieFjSOGPIoqoiAGshOicCw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Demos%2Baustin%2Btexas%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN">emo's</a> anytime soon, it really shouldn't be a problem.PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-27222267220612596602008-06-25T09:59:00.002-05:002008-06-25T10:05:40.515-05:00say what?<span style="font-weight: bold;">who:</span> erika<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">said what:</span> "lesbians weddings make me sad!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">in regards to:</span> a lesbian wedding BOAT party.PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-48192381461772453332008-06-25T09:43:00.004-05:002008-06-25T09:58:44.447-05:00la pensée de la semaine.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_10&listing_id=12628311"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGJbgPo7l6I/AAAAAAAABG8/NGIQV_E7h-E/s320/06.25+lies" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215831927960606626" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_10&listing_id=12628311">emarie</a><br /><br />i wonder if people realize that their lies are completely transparent. do people really think that other can't put two and two together? it hurts when friends lie but not giving me enough credit to figure out the truth is just plain insulting.<br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-50187932208681712212008-06-25T09:30:00.006-05:002008-06-25T09:38:36.984-05:00all the things i buy...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGJYMXCSt8I/AAAAAAAABG0/NntKvVV3AGw/s1600-h/IMG_2732.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGJYMXCSt8I/AAAAAAAABG0/NntKvVV3AGw/s320/IMG_2732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215828287813760962" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />this is another thing i did not purchase, it was given to me as a gift. a very special gift. not only is it a mood ring... the yellow parts glows in the dark! this i figured out last night while i was trying to sneak Oreos out of the kitchen... the glaring light from my super star ring practically blinded me and i almost tripped over myself. these things should come with a health hazard warning.<br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-79081806455416052572008-06-24T11:57:00.003-05:002008-06-24T12:03:58.431-05:00all the things i want...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stores.advancedinteriordesigns.com/-strse-16/Soft-Pad-Executive-Chair/Detail.bok?sfs=8d5f9bb1"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGEni2A6LSI/AAAAAAAABGk/j-9EZ9WhG2o/s320/06.24+chair" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215493323040107810" border="0" /></a><br /></div>this lady needs a <a href="http://stores.advancedinteriordesigns.com/-strse-16/Soft-Pad-Executive-Chair/Detail.bok?sfs=8d5f9bb1">new desk chair</a> because the <a href="http://www.target.com/Windsor-Chair-Set-of-2/dp/B000TAHOLY/sr=1-2/qid=1214326910/ref=sr_1_2/601-6092360-5883358?ie=UTF8&index=target&rh=k%3Awindsor&page=1"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Windsor</span> dining chair</a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i've</span> been slouched at for 8+ hours a day is not working! so maybe i can talk a certain mother into buying this for a certain daughter?!PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-32349211570254293952008-06-24T01:55:00.000-05:002008-06-24T11:55:41.212-05:0028.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA1H65rl9I/AAAAAAAABAk/fYpmwjnDluQ/s1600-h/me+one2one.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA1H65rl9I/AAAAAAAABAk/fYpmwjnDluQ/s320/me+one2one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210723179054208978" border="0" /></a><br /></div>happy birthday to me.<br /><br />for some odd reason when i was growing up, i remember thinking that the ages 25 and 28 would be so exciting! i couldn't wait until those years fell upon me. well, lets just say 25 didn't treat me right. actually, it was the worst year of my life. and to be honest... the past two years that followed have not been that stellar. BUT! i have had some amazing times with friends and family, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> been a few places, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i've</span> learned so much about myself, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> taking the opportunity at trying my hand out with my dream of owning my own business.<br /><br />now that i look back, it hasn't been that shabby!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i've</span> made quite a bit of progress. i may not have a husband, a home, a steady career, or a few toddlers running around (all the things i thought i would have by 28) but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> doing what i want to be doing. and i do have things that i never imagined that i would posses like security, character, an open mind, and a vivacious disposition with taking on life head on. not that i didn't think i would have those things within me, i just never thought about it until the past few years. these are things that can not be taken away from me no matter what happens.<br /><br />so i embark on this year i have looked forward to the most, 28. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'm</span> excited about the possibilities. things are getting back on track and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> ready to take on whatever comes my way! i have awesome people in my life who want nothing but greatness from me. they support me. they cheer me on. and best of all, they love me for me and will stand by me no matter what. without all of you, i wouldn't be so fearless!PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-66442479381989159832008-06-23T00:37:00.000-05:002008-06-24T00:40:22.774-05:00sweet.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGCIQONBhtI/AAAAAAAABGc/s_a0WLzIR_U/s1600-h/IMG_2721.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SGCIQONBhtI/AAAAAAAABGc/s_a0WLzIR_U/s320/IMG_2721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215318180767041234" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />happy double nickel, mom!<br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-16652433937475085652008-06-17T10:20:00.002-05:002008-06-17T10:26:03.510-05:00all the things i want...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.typography.com/fonts/font_overview.php?productLineID=100033"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFfWnRRK80I/AAAAAAAABGU/uRi12KtXHAE/s400/06.17Archer.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212871063843304258" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Archer Typeface<br /><br />This is the font used in all of the Martha Stewart Living Magazines. I heart it... but it cost as much a my monthly car note. Ouch. One day I shall have you Archer... One Day!<br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-14231138762535418022008-06-13T15:54:00.005-05:002008-06-13T16:02:07.600-05:00LitterBug.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.dontmesswithtexas.org/rtdl/getstuff.php"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFLensSDXqI/AAAAAAAABBM/NZJTJ7ECJ74/s320/todd.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211472492304228002" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kickn</span>' it with sister no. 2, i saw one of the "Don't Mess With Texas" campaign on the boob tube. you get to pick one bag out of four designs for FREE to help with any vehicular trash that may accumulate. <a href="http://www.dontmesswithtexas.org/rtdl/getstuff.php">Check i</a>t out and get your own!</div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-55152168538033312492008-06-13T15:28:00.002-05:002008-06-13T16:03:54.473-05:00say what?<span style="font-weight: bold;">who: </span>MusicMan<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">said what: </span>"not as in 'lets get psychical' but as in 'the body of Christ compels you.' "<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">in regards to:</span> exorcising the crazy out of my parents.PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-18253987471497754702008-06-12T15:24:00.003-05:002008-06-12T15:28:19.052-05:00say what?<span style="font-weight: bold;">who:</span> mom<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">said what:</span> {with air quotes!!!} "keep austin the way it is.... weird. "<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">in regards to:</span> some bumper sticker she saw. {worry not austinites, i corrected her.}PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-27726430340783317432008-06-11T16:03:00.005-05:002008-06-11T16:09:33.926-05:00congrats!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA-DZNMAwI/AAAAAAAABA8/Zdy-dIIsS5A/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA-DZNMAwI/AAAAAAAABA8/Zdy-dIIsS5A/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210732996894393090" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">looks like i'm not the only one taking chances and moving on up! congrats <a href="http://howthefdidigethere.blogspot.com/">colby angus</a> on getting what you wanted!<br /></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-89678692589965542182008-06-11T15:58:00.003-05:002008-06-11T16:01:23.644-05:00found!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA8nXQYenI/AAAAAAAABA0/uwcpy_-m1A4/s1600-h/IMG_2574.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA8nXQYenI/AAAAAAAABA0/uwcpy_-m1A4/s320/IMG_2574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210731415822957170" border="0" /></a><br /></div>i thought i lost this while i was in NYC, but no! my mother picked it up thinking it was hers... i'm just stoked i don't have to buy another one. now i can finally get around to posting the rest of the New York pictures.PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921901357496081108.post-58869953030629854282008-06-11T15:40:00.004-05:002008-06-11T15:46:49.873-05:00MusicMan.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA4fmutJDI/AAAAAAAABAs/S0cj9e7yiWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2113.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA4fmutJDI/AAAAAAAABAs/S0cj9e7yiWQ/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210726884491207730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />so there is this guy... and he's pretty cool... and we talk <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span>... and he makes me laugh! enough said.... for now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZgNPxqWDrtM/SFA4fmutJDI/AAAAAAAABAs/S0cj9e7yiWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2113.JPG"> </a></div>PearlGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04879372941295555893noreply@blogger.com