tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88402149733692372812024-03-12T16:03:21.364-07:00Tucker & Sully...best friends...partners in crime...The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-4267864400955665072010-03-08T17:21:00.000-08:002010-03-08T17:21:40.643-08:00....i've been slacking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>HI!! I wish we had an excuse as to why we haven't been posting.... like we were busy, on cool trips, had real lives, but really. We've just been lazy. So let me catch you up to speed.<br />
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School's been boring without Emily K. Really. I feel compelled to do school work since Mike (new roommate) doesn't like to sit around and watch trashy tv with me as much. But she does come a lot which definitely helps. Our third roommate, Jane, had a going away party a few weeks ago for her move to San Diego (long story.) So Emily came up for that. The initial plan was to stay a weekend buuut it was extended to a 6 day stay due to snow. WOO!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next week or so were full of tests and mundane activities for me. I really can't think of much that happened. I DID get my grandlittle in my sorority (when did i get so OLD?!) and she's GREAT! So much fun... fits in perfectly with my little and I who are already very, very close. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Before I knew it, Emily was back. Tucker's so big now to where he about knocked them over as they came in the door. We've gotta find a better way to show his excitement. That weekend seemed to fly by due to too late of nights and stupid boys. But we did have fun and took a lot of 8th grade mirror pictures. I know you're all jealous.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The weekend got cut a little short due to my crush party for my sorority. That was bust. My dates couldn't make it because of an unannounced soccer try out and snow in West Virginia. Lame. Anyway, I ended up just stealing one of my friend's dates (who I was also friends with) and we had a good time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Like I said, the weekend flew by. Right now, I'm home on spring break. I wish I could say that I was going somewhere exotic... literally, anywhere but home. But I guess I need to start getting used to this whole "i'm a broke college student" ordeal. Maybe next year.... the good news is that I'll hopefully get to see Emily K. (and Sully!!) later this week on a short trip to D.C. Should be interesting so I'll keep you posted on that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">School has been kicking my butt lately. I really should've talked myself out of taking 18 hours but it'll all pay off when I'm taking electives next year, right? RIGHT?! Good lord I hope so. These late hours at the library have got to pay off sooner or later. But I guess the good news is that it's finally getting nice outside! It was almost in the 70's here today! woo hoo!!! That means lots of trips to the dog park and the river for Tuck and I. I cannot believe my boy will be 6 months on Saturday! He's loving being home and getting spoiled by my mom. It's going to be hell trying to drag him back to school next weekend. I'm ready to go back now but he's loving this doggie spa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-52582918610885542882010-01-29T11:38:00.000-08:002010-01-29T12:02:03.814-08:00A Long Time ComingSully was FINALLY groomed yesterday! Okay, I'm exaggerating slightly, but the boy needed a bath!! <br /><br />I'll be the first to admit...his hair is crrrazy. Untamable. {{nappy}} <br /><br /> I've always said that if I have children with thick hair I'll have NO idea what to do with it. I, sadly, was cursed with fine hair...hair is not my forte. And my dog's hair is ALL.OVER.THE.PLACE. I'm out of my element. <br /><br />I'll also admit that I'm a <span style="font-style:italic;">little</span> self-conscious about his hair. I worry that he looks unkept...messy...<br /><br />So the days that he goes to the groomer are wonderful! He always comes back with halfway normal looking hair. ***Praise the Lord!!!!*** I just wish he could be groomed every day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJ_oSA9iiudqJZhFWIIDIQFchlKZkhZGTFRTqdzVToqEsofLxtCOnMOXUMf8NlKThX0qRjMmE-RrKQsIjvsucRmpEOZbeJvjLhfM_bP6W1-ibPKKSoNysPjVdMe4JcBh2a46gmZ1lmfCA/s1600-h/22340_833390426803_6225209_45949441_3239254_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJ_oSA9iiudqJZhFWIIDIQFchlKZkhZGTFRTqdzVToqEsofLxtCOnMOXUMf8NlKThX0qRjMmE-RrKQsIjvsucRmpEOZbeJvjLhfM_bP6W1-ibPKKSoNysPjVdMe4JcBh2a46gmZ1lmfCA/s400/22340_833390426803_6225209_45949441_3239254_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432253279640784098" /></a><br /><br />The snow is supposedly headed our way this weekend, so I'm busy dusting off the sleds, heading to the grocery store, possibly making some rice crispy treats, and watching far too many episodes of SVU. <br /><br />Happy Weekend!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/62/138F1730DDF35ADD9A77677722A03A39.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-53123871230997982322010-01-24T17:17:00.000-08:002010-01-24T17:22:17.990-08:00Monkey's Signature Move: The Stanky Leg<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wdh5pzl5s6V11zDhJ-DJ5enF3iGOp4k30-msNBDj4AiF-HxvKnLffogS-ytMUu6Cu9Vo2DGAwUBGVXytxcBoAfmxudLXXmTow3tbmeNAyEHoxJaP1iGJQo1wnOI2syq4qbKNgjcqWK6t/s1600-h/22340_831367031703_6225209_45895918_4476656_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wdh5pzl5s6V11zDhJ-DJ5enF3iGOp4k30-msNBDj4AiF-HxvKnLffogS-ytMUu6Cu9Vo2DGAwUBGVXytxcBoAfmxudLXXmTow3tbmeNAyEHoxJaP1iGJQo1wnOI2syq4qbKNgjcqWK6t/s400/22340_831367031703_6225209_45895918_4476656_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430480754982402882" /></a><br /><br />My sweet boy has a funny habit of popping that little leg up as soon as you scratch anywhere near his belly. I guess it's just his way of showing you how much he LOVES it. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMbsqA3D_mOKtjdY8eXsvI2hq2tgttkmPEBwQy8a2UO1BlhztmnYYqJTjDwrJLRWlMF1gxv_tbyFoIXAaKWfzv036ZcJaUylFRUkCrwa8WOmFQZFl0G2VrQVKnKFqsqaak9B7Yt5Q5Bl_/s1600-h/22340_831366577613_6225209_45895909_7907937_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTMbsqA3D_mOKtjdY8eXsvI2hq2tgttkmPEBwQy8a2UO1BlhztmnYYqJTjDwrJLRWlMF1gxv_tbyFoIXAaKWfzv036ZcJaUylFRUkCrwa8WOmFQZFl0G2VrQVKnKFqsqaak9B7Yt5Q5Bl_/s400/22340_831366577613_6225209_45895909_7907937_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430480748417227266" /></a><br /><br />You've gotta love the boy's openness. <br /><br />I hope you all had a wonderful weekend!! <br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/51/512AA243C4C398AF779E61B529F4C58A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-22702547972081213212010-01-20T16:13:00.001-08:002010-01-27T12:01:49.803-08:00Bubblecake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZGlUax_ngt6nLBr1Vx9InpKS8kKybKr9_UbU5tIFwXwTZKBOWHssCUvJrMRyHza6NTWXRVH4S3uR064HRLCLJZ4BdE7mlTZSRoewTAP-YTKd23l2YcF0g2tYT8B77lG9b6d1VT1MY-Er/s1600-h/22340_831369551653_6225209_45896010_7685182_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZGlUax_ngt6nLBr1Vx9InpKS8kKybKr9_UbU5tIFwXwTZKBOWHssCUvJrMRyHza6NTWXRVH4S3uR064HRLCLJZ4BdE7mlTZSRoewTAP-YTKd23l2YcF0g2tYT8B77lG9b6d1VT1MY-Er/s400/22340_831369551653_6225209_45896010_7685182_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430483158690951554" /></a><br /><br />...Our new obsession!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlxQZUnf3LD7vYP0fehiLXcK1kaa-2h8Lxwc7kXk8yQVeEvCR5jhkA3YLfikEg0ejz91I0hD8QiGC1QF80Xqq4G3_QrvU4S0fZmvARzi60k-odtpYfoy0pFV8q4C86_q_JGYpq2AZQEAml/s1600-h/22340_831369516723_6225209_45896008_4281162_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlxQZUnf3LD7vYP0fehiLXcK1kaa-2h8Lxwc7kXk8yQVeEvCR5jhkA3YLfikEg0ejz91I0hD8QiGC1QF80Xqq4G3_QrvU4S0fZmvARzi60k-odtpYfoy0pFV8q4C86_q_JGYpq2AZQEAml/s400/22340_831369516723_6225209_45896008_4281162_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430482816650734642" /></a><br /><br />Isn't this the cutest little shop you've ever seen??? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkIDcPikbUXW9MmzGhTWe-CT5enz1LcickrkbI0cIUvXD-6rxXgQ54mB6_mJnc9AQIlWQVNlseUZoycJciiqFdJVfVy9p5R2Zt9rMjQ05Yyz7MbeyWAyP57Jgp_ATnV-LDqqQIQLlP_6-m/s1600-h/22340_831370993763_6225209_45896070_8051448_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkIDcPikbUXW9MmzGhTWe-CT5enz1LcickrkbI0cIUvXD-6rxXgQ54mB6_mJnc9AQIlWQVNlseUZoycJciiqFdJVfVy9p5R2Zt9rMjQ05Yyz7MbeyWAyP57Jgp_ATnV-LDqqQIQLlP_6-m/s400/22340_831370993763_6225209_45896070_8051448_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430483165009690946" /></a><br /><br /><br />As ES mentioned in <a href="http://tuckerandsully.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-talk.html">this</a> post, there is this great little cupcake shop about 30 minutes from Tech in Roanoke, Virginia. <br /><br />It's called <a href="http://bubblecake.com/">Bubblecake</a>, and is probably the cutest little shop I have <span style="font-style:italic;">ever</span> seen! There are two locations-one downtown, and one on the outskirts of town. Both are equally adorable, and decorated wonderfully. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRVK_-5ykYPSooivTiFmjKGAWIBWSVG4tRrgaFhUxGspcjmuurPB_q9X9LMheZaDAmqu_Ci512HTOEtLCQWVHZI5Gpt_2UxO2jV-obWgg1UKkAJ8mNBrQj23PFAeJXEXX2BMQLvca-uIv/s1600-h/22340_831371028693_6225209_45896071_6589589_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRVK_-5ykYPSooivTiFmjKGAWIBWSVG4tRrgaFhUxGspcjmuurPB_q9X9LMheZaDAmqu_Ci512HTOEtLCQWVHZI5Gpt_2UxO2jV-obWgg1UKkAJ8mNBrQj23PFAeJXEXX2BMQLvca-uIv/s400/22340_831371028693_6225209_45896071_6589589_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430483169394138338" /></a><br /><br /><br />ES and I had been together once before, but yesterday was the first time I had actually tasted one of their cupcakes...<br /><br /> ...Heaven...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZyEq-m6AWbkZYBK9UUV_ZvYjOfeuWNyyvrMCUxzj3c7Ib88URR4jwG2tdWxdKmsXUuHZH7s2lxp5PgZJkLhDIYRsOHdAX89tOfWtgleORNnjBVKvTcQzn77Unc-2mGJLcQ6pv2e_fnul/s1600-h/22340_831367720323_6225209_45895942_919552_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZyEq-m6AWbkZYBK9UUV_ZvYjOfeuWNyyvrMCUxzj3c7Ib88URR4jwG2tdWxdKmsXUuHZH7s2lxp5PgZJkLhDIYRsOHdAX89tOfWtgleORNnjBVKvTcQzn77Unc-2mGJLcQ6pv2e_fnul/s400/22340_831367720323_6225209_45895942_919552_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430482260679836082" /></a><br /><br />If only they would open a shop in Blacksburg!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguumIXmqSolCMCP7ARJszKHuoARcnvPZCvubipqYBu5V8vNJkn9nKiV5EMonaLPT1MQXUA6Gaq02R1VjjDctXE5DDwZqjZHHifbeC9rneNbBnJj6ms10E_jgjaLXKaTVDbT9hMhS03cwxa/s1600-h/22340_831371033683_6225209_45896072_2429542_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguumIXmqSolCMCP7ARJszKHuoARcnvPZCvubipqYBu5V8vNJkn9nKiV5EMonaLPT1MQXUA6Gaq02R1VjjDctXE5DDwZqjZHHifbeC9rneNbBnJj6ms10E_jgjaLXKaTVDbT9hMhS03cwxa/s400/22340_831371033683_6225209_45896072_2429542_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430483174068720546" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/51/512AA243C4C398AF779E61B529F4C58A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-64891412673196717512010-01-19T14:57:00.000-08:002010-01-19T18:52:18.868-08:00Long Time No Talk!Sorry for the delay.... I've been busy with life (not.) and haven't gotten a chance to write so I'll try to recap everything that's been going on! <br /><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjPtB1bDsJI2cNvdD25zaa5ppU0Gi2ohCYEMglqjODd7jConYA2z9lLNhtfAHBEFPgxsp5PjI_kfLP7usX8K8PlIIH7vZz1fss-psT_Iu9Sz-28E5CE2SXfoO9FxjAAc2Vv3FyyrKP2jj/s400/DSC_2677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428613992375538882" /><br /><br />Christmas was really, really great. It was nice to just have a relaxing day with the family. Christmas Eve is my favorite -- our family goes to my dad's parents in Goochland (haha). The food was good and family was great. We got back just in time for church service and had our annual Christmas movie watching party until we all fell asleep.... around 9:45. Christmas day was very nice. Our grandparents come to our house for a really big lunch and we all just relax in pj's all day. Tuck loooooved it. Mainly because there was tons of wrapping paper to chew up and new people that would pet him. We forgot to take pictures of us! Just of Tucker, but that's ok. All in all, it was perfect.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQBmP7Fj_jN4KfQlW29sdaw1Z-tgywExyHH7k-cuvZsIvQdmIOCJ_4enmyP86R-prWggomPvbBdVutvlLq4hmm8npKAMr-zeUVYMXtGOILwF1ccjXTnyX-VZ9x1JWKUCiuBN1T5BnY9jE/s1600-h/DSC_2541.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQBmP7Fj_jN4KfQlW29sdaw1Z-tgywExyHH7k-cuvZsIvQdmIOCJ_4enmyP86R-prWggomPvbBdVutvlLq4hmm8npKAMr-zeUVYMXtGOILwF1ccjXTnyX-VZ9x1JWKUCiuBN1T5BnY9jE/s400/DSC_2541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428613971281869234" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGbiCbVVLyGwnS73Kh3bKV6OlrBH8rHbusQ7dNgV00iX0BMS863VHcvaRKEh-Unujnvr2gvb2g4RwJdRS4h-wk1E9tWfZo7yyfqvqKnKmtqsxGmHMm6xYcJLLSXzhw-SoKZeeJvyIWMmd/s1600-h/DSC_2678.JPG"><br /><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGbiCbVVLyGwnS73Kh3bKV6OlrBH8rHbusQ7dNgV00iX0BMS863VHcvaRKEh-Unujnvr2gvb2g4RwJdRS4h-wk1E9tWfZo7yyfqvqKnKmtqsxGmHMm6xYcJLLSXzhw-SoKZeeJvyIWMmd/s400/DSC_2678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428613991409461698" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDLXo6WDZKaH0lcM809JsO-Ey3_zluBFW9QoIKXQjibH6hlyh4psjpU6pQIuos-Oks4uSQd3WEvVrWIS-cV2wxcS1JfTqXKIIjt_UTTyQmi0czt1YGb-mG0vwufEQWStqTpWjqf7W_JG-/s1600-h/DSC_2559.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDLXo6WDZKaH0lcM809JsO-Ey3_zluBFW9QoIKXQjibH6hlyh4psjpU6pQIuos-Oks4uSQd3WEvVrWIS-cV2wxcS1JfTqXKIIjt_UTTyQmi0czt1YGb-mG0vwufEQWStqTpWjqf7W_JG-/s400/DSC_2559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428613978752586226" /></a><br /><br />Kellie got a new bed, so naturally Tuck has assumed that it is also his. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFKhpsmblDsiKcu4rTtd9IcQ_2SFnsaVzfuDfa57-WwPQMRzy8W6s7lowSJ_UFRooK1XpjHoZG6ukkLYKnKU-DCbKFcfdCFd86k0b3119aL0Y_ta2k5ZfhnF24CbOfxeeW0jZU0sDsddd/s1600-h/DSC_2729.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFKhpsmblDsiKcu4rTtd9IcQ_2SFnsaVzfuDfa57-WwPQMRzy8W6s7lowSJ_UFRooK1XpjHoZG6ukkLYKnKU-DCbKFcfdCFd86k0b3119aL0Y_ta2k5ZfhnF24CbOfxeeW0jZU0sDsddd/s400/DSC_2729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428616544998133186" /></a><br /><br />New Year's Eve was ok - what was supposed to be a quiet night with some good friends turned into a huge drama, puke fest with people we barely knew. I didn't stay and it was SO nice to sleep in my own bed :)<br /><br />A few days after New Years I drove down to Richmond to get my hair cut, see my grandmother... and Emily K. and Sul of course! It was the CUUUUUUTEST thing when the two saw each other. I thought Tucker was going to jump through the glass to get to Sully. I couldn't open the door fast enough. The two romped around in Pete's (my grandmother. Long story) back yard and sniffed the neighbor's dog, Nicholas, through the fence. It was a short visit, but SOOO good to see the two of them and catch up a little. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5n0okcP6QqFOuX0bHDBStRatGahpxYhwkY29zQdsNaFm9eIc0QcYTtLS6iqig7uuVV4AxMbtzKePxhVhVYOXMpLsVXyEEhG_1EbpIMrNMg3h_GtjWGBAwV-tWXjJozqZHtz3rml-QXeZq/s1600-h/DSC_2708.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5n0okcP6QqFOuX0bHDBStRatGahpxYhwkY29zQdsNaFm9eIc0QcYTtLS6iqig7uuVV4AxMbtzKePxhVhVYOXMpLsVXyEEhG_1EbpIMrNMg3h_GtjWGBAwV-tWXjJozqZHtz3rml-QXeZq/s400/DSC_2708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428615903471473154" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWSzEJuuijSeasYExbHdOo36RVXqkgFzkMLzpmZDdEPlrYzaThNGYPyHQgs4i6D2X_4zcbKbDw2FTDdU2_pcCMOfVt35U9RZwDBRUOUSXzPLtz1Uot2jK1O3jj1uO3hYuQr4Pzu8zNilb/s1600-h/DSC_2707.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWSzEJuuijSeasYExbHdOo36RVXqkgFzkMLzpmZDdEPlrYzaThNGYPyHQgs4i6D2X_4zcbKbDw2FTDdU2_pcCMOfVt35U9RZwDBRUOUSXzPLtz1Uot2jK1O3jj1uO3hYuQr4Pzu8zNilb/s400/DSC_2707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428615896159726338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcp_G_Qf_DyINsmNo0C7c4u3jG3Q51qHt14ZJhrSYt-sfbSPxitisDFbIYAyKqiC27XGeJ1zCZk-KKRESODFlkpP6sph7v91wllSXpXG2yXFvAAjDtqhNYT7WJ6GVLEL15k3ugcMVs1Vt/s1600-h/DSC_2706.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcp_G_Qf_DyINsmNo0C7c4u3jG3Q51qHt14ZJhrSYt-sfbSPxitisDFbIYAyKqiC27XGeJ1zCZk-KKRESODFlkpP6sph7v91wllSXpXG2yXFvAAjDtqhNYT7WJ6GVLEL15k3ugcMVs1Vt/s400/DSC_2706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428615891094272418" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPJce_Tcy9muiPkdiA9yAk5ueD_TkaykXuzkKqmwj1DO555HPPt0l8z-ZebHVuR1mY3WINlgxyQLsg3r-omWyl0dJD5ZxsU6AFXhI0_Laae2m0NNGGFiySQVIsYKIpdRA4FouXfgVv8XZ/s1600-h/DSC_2712.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPJce_Tcy9muiPkdiA9yAk5ueD_TkaykXuzkKqmwj1DO555HPPt0l8z-ZebHVuR1mY3WINlgxyQLsg3r-omWyl0dJD5ZxsU6AFXhI0_Laae2m0NNGGFiySQVIsYKIpdRA4FouXfgVv8XZ/s400/DSC_2712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428615910710977010" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQeEemzZdF3nwlwbnF8mmBJ-8gs-AbaeuIz2rIVe-eJq3zYggamfWDqFV4AksHUCnoaCLAKCwKkEbz31jRTE-2AKNUtwYxaCcCKZLlcSnIAenCBQuKpAG1dhLowxddFDFxUTgMRuonml_9/s1600-h/DSC_2711.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQeEemzZdF3nwlwbnF8mmBJ-8gs-AbaeuIz2rIVe-eJq3zYggamfWDqFV4AksHUCnoaCLAKCwKkEbz31jRTE-2AKNUtwYxaCcCKZLlcSnIAenCBQuKpAG1dhLowxddFDFxUTgMRuonml_9/s400/DSC_2711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428615903787607730" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilr9ZUZJq3zU3VoOiRt5BW4kBe7y9GIGkCWw3zhrNRSoqU6N8q0oIXR6g_3vODvw7JIyAualEetD5Ax0oor2MPvAAlYWnfW7zUFqOmTgalPjWxoDeTTpIZcRzbEf25Ir2y9pWBeyaCOZW-/s1600-h/DSC_2719.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilr9ZUZJq3zU3VoOiRt5BW4kBe7y9GIGkCWw3zhrNRSoqU6N8q0oIXR6g_3vODvw7JIyAualEetD5Ax0oor2MPvAAlYWnfW7zUFqOmTgalPjWxoDeTTpIZcRzbEf25Ir2y9pWBeyaCOZW-/s400/DSC_2719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428616541100084834" /></a><br /><br />A little neighbor, yippy white dog wanted in on the action. Hopefully you can spot the little fluff through the pickets.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xEd9sntbA2tuq39lSVPmc7lWci_xugLtzB4m1Df_o1hwYEm9RBJp-ud6HSq4Ue3AIHWrjIiAYNb2ujejCuiIUPISZJehEKFRb7Cbe0FEhXXZzmbmgYkyCzQUcm1_2u774UqT0rVKFEEY/s1600-h/DSC_2715.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xEd9sntbA2tuq39lSVPmc7lWci_xugLtzB4m1Df_o1hwYEm9RBJp-ud6HSq4Ue3AIHWrjIiAYNb2ujejCuiIUPISZJehEKFRb7Cbe0FEhXXZzmbmgYkyCzQUcm1_2u774UqT0rVKFEEY/s400/DSC_2715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428616532584465826" /></a><br /><br /><br />The rest of break flewwwww by. I worked a little, played with friends a little, and slept. A lot. I got to catch up with friends I hadn't seen in a while and was able to spend a lot of time with Tucker. Which was wonderful :) Break was great and it's good to be back. I had to be back last week to prepare for sorority recruitment. My days are currently filled with sorority sisters, PNM's i have never met before, hot rooms, and hoarse voices. It'll all be worth it soon. Until bid day on Sunday, I can't talk to anyone who may potentially being going through rush, any Rho Gammas (the sorority girls who have to disaffiliate from their chapters to help girls going through recruitment), go out any night, or be seen in any alcohol serving establishment after 9.... including Moes. It's been rough but I only have 4 more days left and I really hope they'll FLYYYY by especially since I haven't had Tucker. Since I've been so busy every single day and barely have been home I decided it wasn't fair to leave Tuck at home in his crate all day. So he's been at "doggie spa", as my mom puts it, romping with Kellie and eating tons and tons of treats. He was only going to stay for a week but my mom has extended it to two because she loves him more than me. I won't be surprised at all if she asks to keep him longer. Seriously, she loves him way more than she loves me.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCKUH79jcxxVmpLJsRQHOaglEXbsMc3_PGvcubSXwZSfjVmfIhNsVgsCDgpO-Gf1qwOkiMeaquxQKmbN5fM7leolxSUeh43e2-Wqa1dI_LJmRoZkXYiwjXyR0kWcu6HD5H4NoO9dkPESh/s1600-h/DSC_2671.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCKUH79jcxxVmpLJsRQHOaglEXbsMc3_PGvcubSXwZSfjVmfIhNsVgsCDgpO-Gf1qwOkiMeaquxQKmbN5fM7leolxSUeh43e2-Wqa1dI_LJmRoZkXYiwjXyR0kWcu6HD5H4NoO9dkPESh/s400/DSC_2671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428613982921287826" /></a><br /><br />He's been enjoying life and been hanging out his boxers the whole time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KN6vCp3eeh6qXWUcZtODYbAci8mDGamTGXb3npF-b5a3lazOQGb_wID56isEQc3s11y6aMubTU0-83Lu2nD6SjMF6d_8EO3esc02MzLxrt78l9WzbpkOWbuPXdHAY0TCe4MEOSoraz5c/s1600-h/DSC_2720.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KN6vCp3eeh6qXWUcZtODYbAci8mDGamTGXb3npF-b5a3lazOQGb_wID56isEQc3s11y6aMubTU0-83Lu2nD6SjMF6d_8EO3esc02MzLxrt78l9WzbpkOWbuPXdHAY0TCe4MEOSoraz5c/s400/DSC_2720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428616544293987826" /></a><br /><br />That's basically been my life these days. Sorority sisters, food, and missing my dog. Emily K. and Sully came to visit last night and are staying through Thursday - I could not be happier! It should be a pretty relaxing week since it's the first week of school and there's no real work yet. Today we had a spur of the moment decision to road trip to Roanoke to go to Bubblecake. MMMMMMMM best decision I've made in a while. I'm going to see if I can talk her into going again later this week... :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLN5MdbarII78CWXnEVC2h0v23uNzOIrjNqYwKW2dibf3Oge_qFYGeZkeSoWaxg30sDVQaucxZ5e6OjTOGM0nehHjOBlzNPHCApA957XW-FgfM46hOtacUjbtcKy9qjaFCVxo18nioDhQo/s1600-h/cupcake-box-shot-edit4-300x214.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLN5MdbarII78CWXnEVC2h0v23uNzOIrjNqYwKW2dibf3Oge_qFYGeZkeSoWaxg30sDVQaucxZ5e6OjTOGM0nehHjOBlzNPHCApA957XW-FgfM46hOtacUjbtcKy9qjaFCVxo18nioDhQo/s400/cupcake-box-shot-edit4-300x214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428648878957909794" /></a><br />(real Bubblecake cupcakes. delicious, right?!)<br /><br /><br />Hope you all are having a great week and enjoying the weather! The past two days have been in the 50s and gorgeous. Only a few more weeks until warm weather is here to stay....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chromainc.typepad.com/chroma_inc/WindowsLiveWriter/SandSeaandWarmWeather_7CC/gpic%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 432px;" src="http://chromainc.typepad.com/chroma_inc/WindowsLiveWriter/SandSeaandWarmWeather_7CC/gpic%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/382/F8DB4D60C90266464BBECDD415B0FEB7.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-35520907389282527512010-01-18T07:48:00.000-08:002010-01-18T07:55:37.554-08:00The End of a Long Battle...Well about 6 months long.<br /><br />After my phone crashed last week, I was told that I wouldn't have a replacement until Monday (today), which turned into tomorrow because of the holiday. <br /><br />eeeek! I will admit that I am completely addicted to my phone and 4 days without it (especially with some work developments in the works--more on that later) just wouldn't work.<br /><br />So I rushed over to Verizon the next day to see if they had any replacement phones in stock. HALLELUJAH!!!!! They did! While I was waiting I was sure to tell the poor innocent woman behind the counter how much I H.A.T.E.D. this phone since the day I got it. Loved the touchscreen, hated the delay. I went on and on...poor lady.<br /><br />I also double checked that the replacement phone would have the updated software (that software that made my old phone crash) which it did. <br /><br /><br />And I have to say....<br /><br />I LOVE THIS PHONE!!<br /><br />It's fast. And conveniently laid out. It doesn't freeze, and it always tells me who's calling. HOOOOORAY!! <br /><br />Now if I could only get all my contacts back.<br /><br />PS-Blacksburg today!!!! I can't wait! :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/51/512AA243C4C398AF779E61B529F4C58A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-84628665413042134622010-01-17T18:29:00.000-08:002010-01-17T20:19:48.245-08:00Long Overdue<div style="text-align: center;">So here is my Christmas post...a few weeks late. Sorry!<br /><br />.A little background.<br /><br />We've always spent one year with my mom's side of the family for Christmas, and the next with my dad's. My mom's side Christmas would be spent at her parents' house in Richmond, and my dad's would be spent with his mom in the country. Both were wonderful in different ways. About 5 years ago my dad's mom got sick, so we started celebrating at our house in Richmond. About 2 years later my mom's mom got sick...you get the picture. So Christmas was spent at our house in Richmond every year.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I love being able to stay home...<br />...sleep in my own bed...<br />...spend time with my friends...<br />...drive my car...<br />...snuggle my dog...<br /><br />But having Christmas at home is no walk in the park. I have been raised by two perfectionists (to put it lightly), which makes entertaining a huuuuuge ordeal.<br />...That's not an insult...<br />...Just an observation...<br /><br />Our 'events' are always quite formal.<br /><br />Everything is in its place.<br />Perfectly.<br />The table is set days in advance.<br />Outfits are planned.<br />Dinner is served on time.<br /><br />So let's just say that the week or so leading up to any event is not too fun.<br />Keep your distance!!!<br /><br />But this year, a welcomed change took place.<br />We went to my mom's brothers for Christmas.<br />It was <span style="font-style: italic;">wonderful!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>There were things that I missed (mainly Sully), but it was such a stress free holiday!<br />...We relaxed...<br />...Enjoyed the time spent together...<br />...Ate way too much...<br />...Stayed in our PJs much too late...<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />It was so fun!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYVrgpnjoGN7AS7kPJeOwRg4bFVK9wdoYnmBUxp8NqIIQcBTwBWUw3j22r3C9sWBrQBGmLYraY1QbOdBAhJi_Ex1lixK617hlgNjiERT2oFGMaZy_9UGNe2-8hXnVOeAf25P5Uw7dB2Xg/s1600-h/p+xmas+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYVrgpnjoGN7AS7kPJeOwRg4bFVK9wdoYnmBUxp8NqIIQcBTwBWUw3j22r3C9sWBrQBGmLYraY1QbOdBAhJi_Ex1lixK617hlgNjiERT2oFGMaZy_9UGNe2-8hXnVOeAf25P5Uw7dB2Xg/s400/p+xmas+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427905489988622818" border="0" /></a><br />.Knitting was learned.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyw4M1UHdmNX1DuBK4w3AxMbpsN1SHo_2QUEdxglxlOX1u-tw49HQe9rBWoKoG3QtlkX9OMXAY31DtuvMhPth57EGo_ehkBlxI8L6SDBvmG5Vj9CP8k-6ldMsRpsZ7Y_iIIzaD8JdSp5i5/s1600-h/p+xmas+5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyw4M1UHdmNX1DuBK4w3AxMbpsN1SHo_2QUEdxglxlOX1u-tw49HQe9rBWoKoG3QtlkX9OMXAY31DtuvMhPth57EGo_ehkBlxI8L6SDBvmG5Vj9CP8k-6ldMsRpsZ7Y_iIIzaD8JdSp5i5/s400/p+xmas+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427905493959154706" border="0" /></a><br />.Much needed <a href="http://www.garmin.com/garmin/cms/site/us">gifts</a> were given.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(if you couldn't tell by the expression on my brother's face, this present was long overdue. let's just say that I caused us to miss a few turns on the trip up to PA)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BeJwkriUjet7xMbCv7bqpsCsB4Qs000LwnmfB158-OF6sYXjzncGMmG7g55GQPiZhubepJg5fpc-meFpwm0-Te76t5Ok4laT66XrQoA8_I3gW-d8dSQ9EHO_-LC_ydHuWNfOLK2xB5rv/s1600-h/p+xmas+4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BeJwkriUjet7xMbCv7bqpsCsB4Qs000LwnmfB158-OF6sYXjzncGMmG7g55GQPiZhubepJg5fpc-meFpwm0-Te76t5Ok4laT66XrQoA8_I3gW-d8dSQ9EHO_-LC_ydHuWNfOLK2xB5rv/s400/p+xmas+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427905490884397218" border="0" /></a><br />.Embarrassing moments were had.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(my new shoes were a liiiiittle too big)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4dLuWtoFavMxjFuo5lal7gtSB7GMm3fZyCzzvO9kgmMXwqI17OECMSOGxU8oRWolCJKBCZumIWNyVteQyI2ALKym52MTOjXmCz6L0q_uV2oICxIz26LfLYLY-biPG2RHsmBdA_x8CmsU/s1600-h/p+xmas.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4dLuWtoFavMxjFuo5lal7gtSB7GMm3fZyCzzvO9kgmMXwqI17OECMSOGxU8oRWolCJKBCZumIWNyVteQyI2ALKym52MTOjXmCz6L0q_uV2oICxIz26LfLYLY-biPG2RHsmBdA_x8CmsU/s400/p+xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427905479351088546" border="0" /></a><br />.Drinks were poured.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(maybe a few too many)</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYKr21eo3dtfRAJRxEvmpu7qRLjR-wnNweuCvvs3TnbaspL9Snd-k_DTV2PEy1gK8SjJD8Y5RnPJAkyOJ14kpqZ9aVMAK5TI4VkhfyTMlDHC_FXguhLpVnAV4g6cISkfJJZugoyzYyr2G/s1600-h/p+xmas+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYKr21eo3dtfRAJRxEvmpu7qRLjR-wnNweuCvvs3TnbaspL9Snd-k_DTV2PEy1gK8SjJD8Y5RnPJAkyOJ14kpqZ9aVMAK5TI4VkhfyTMlDHC_FXguhLpVnAV4g6cISkfJJZugoyzYyr2G/s400/p+xmas+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427905482838577394" border="0" /></a><br />.Solo's were performed.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />(embarrassing a few, impressing many)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>And our time in Pennsylvania was ended with some pancakes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheehz4oO_SGcVVKsKBeiJeBMo8VJhpOnnFoTbIauSCgH2meQG7BzkmJ-0xTigG3StBjY9vT0vlyaV18otthejyh5d3bIfcLsfVV_aMiq5rU2bsTXFtGniJhI6J1xcxvPsB7wg-klx26RmC/s1600-h/p+xmas+6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheehz4oO_SGcVVKsKBeiJeBMo8VJhpOnnFoTbIauSCgH2meQG7BzkmJ-0xTigG3StBjY9vT0vlyaV18otthejyh5d3bIfcLsfVV_aMiq5rU2bsTXFtGniJhI6J1xcxvPsB7wg-klx26RmC/s400/p+xmas+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427905593631875266" border="0" /></a><br />.I'm not so sure he should have been given that spatula.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(ahem, this is the first time I've <span style="font-weight: bold;">ever</span> seen him cook...and that was his itty bitty pancake on the griddle. in the picture he was explaining to us that it was his 'test pancake' mmmmhmmmm...)<br /><br /></span>So we packed up and left PA after a great stay!<br /><br />There was more Christmas to be celebrated in good 'ole VA.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kWmygumYHnOq-u9nMtlwOm0jlDrqsG7Adw3TOQplZemNM_0tyAp9MrVI0nKd88eSDQLZk9D4xI52l1m64tWgP1LDHwMWIBPjgGVWFoFjcMtuvXArDjmMmUhSwQ_dUBYM6KP0ap8MOsgK/s1600-h/A+xmas.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kWmygumYHnOq-u9nMtlwOm0jlDrqsG7Adw3TOQplZemNM_0tyAp9MrVI0nKd88eSDQLZk9D4xI52l1m64tWgP1LDHwMWIBPjgGVWFoFjcMtuvXArDjmMmUhSwQ_dUBYM6KP0ap8MOsgK/s400/A+xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427909697666740514" border="0" /></a><br />.That little devil is my nephew, love him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-TpJiNBGZ-PIKP_yyZ_lvSlH59tsTLWzD3Xx5qQ_lUI9pM6ArG39Rz7aCQ68GenethVrq6_TidVuMoN3j9ID6p5G5tv0Bdztr7iR1CW2_fkxx-yMz8Ot3WJg6SYdJMJwHDsqTuUw-TYfT/s1600-h/A+xmas+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-TpJiNBGZ-PIKP_yyZ_lvSlH59tsTLWzD3Xx5qQ_lUI9pM6ArG39Rz7aCQ68GenethVrq6_TidVuMoN3j9ID6p5G5tv0Bdztr7iR1CW2_fkxx-yMz8Ot3WJg6SYdJMJwHDsqTuUw-TYfT/s400/A+xmas+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427910106526842178" border="0" /></a><br />.And I loved that he loved my gift this year.<br /><br />And the best part...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eMD4nLkif0_hyFT7-1EQ-5WUSNn0229y-znGRpyxev3N9s1l1ox_e7osvZfFndFIUeAEn_8rq60593VfpT5muwqGjJO8JPbDEUjF3hbzcu2ktBIU5DV7Dl11Qn34TxeZgH3t6N9gFyhu/s1600-h/Reunited.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3eMD4nLkif0_hyFT7-1EQ-5WUSNn0229y-znGRpyxev3N9s1l1ox_e7osvZfFndFIUeAEn_8rq60593VfpT5muwqGjJO8JPbDEUjF3hbzcu2ktBIU5DV7Dl11Qn34TxeZgH3t6N9gFyhu/s400/Reunited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427912810473638274" border="0" /></a><br />.Was being reunited with my boy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFxFEj866hGwOQDXTK45xjrzGJSghTnZqvEzFANU6d5ExHFUDkx0-ngqj28lm0W8hkVMDGRw6koY-6eL7Oh9SA4X7EbTwEz-YAFFQWDXu4mQpglDQS8meJElUlO3QCZoXxMlY8ck3I9K8/s1600-h/Reunited+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFxFEj866hGwOQDXTK45xjrzGJSghTnZqvEzFANU6d5ExHFUDkx0-ngqj28lm0W8hkVMDGRw6koY-6eL7Oh9SA4X7EbTwEz-YAFFQWDXu4mQpglDQS8meJElUlO3QCZoXxMlY8ck3I9K8/s400/Reunited+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427912815290265202" border="0" /></a><br />.And my girl too, of course.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I hope you <span style="font-style: italic;">all </span>had an equally <span style="font-style: italic;">wonderful</span> holiday!!</span><br /><br />Now<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" > bring on summer!!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/51/512AA243C4C398AF779E61B529F4C58A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-19028505579202334352010-01-15T12:55:00.000-08:002010-01-28T21:37:37.475-08:00Reunion #1<div style="text-align: center;">Reunion #1 has already taken place...pictures to come. (ahemmmm Emily S).<br /><br />Let's just say it was interesting. For some reason Sully felt it was necessary to show Tucker that even though he is no longer bigger, he's still in charge. To put it nicely. Luckily, Tucker is just as laid back and easy going as he was when we left him.<br /><br />Reunion #2 is set to take place on Monday. Yay! Sully and I are both looking forward to it, even though Tucker won't be able to make it. We're getting our much needed Blacksburg fix!<br /><br />I have also, <span style="font-style: italic;">thankfully</span>, been asked to babysit on a consistent basis. I have two wonderful families who have been keeping me busy! (and putting a little $$$ in my pocket!)<br /><br />These two things have made living at home a <span style="font-style: italic;">little</span> easier.<br /><br />Major downer--my phone decided to die last night. Not the battery. The phone. So after spending an hour on the phone with Verizon, they decided I needed a new phone (surprise!). Ugh this phone is awful.<br />But in order to get a different one, I would have to pay full price for that phone...not worth it. So I'm sticking it out, and praying that the newer software on this phone will make it work better than my last one.<br />Oh, did I mention I lost <span style="font-style: italic;">ALL</span> of my contacts. Oh happy day.<br />And the verizon guys response to that...'<span style="font-style: italic;">Ooooo, that is notttt good. That's actually really really bad.' </span>Wow, how observant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJPHYvAMcNW0Ebbf6Twqd3ve_r9B4tiSOLc1Qu9hTFvpEuKcb6kvCQcg0ng6KuGVVkV-y6Ogi9DRo0wAH7d4sCOEi0gTvgQNd_3QokhblUwMFe1q_-NA0LRIUPTSDsaRpgj9XJXhdIQZM/s1600-h/blackberry_storm.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJPHYvAMcNW0Ebbf6Twqd3ve_r9B4tiSOLc1Qu9hTFvpEuKcb6kvCQcg0ng6KuGVVkV-y6Ogi9DRo0wAH7d4sCOEi0gTvgQNd_3QokhblUwMFe1q_-NA0LRIUPTSDsaRpgj9XJXhdIQZM/s400/blackberry_storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427078658239523202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">grrrrr...I <span style="font-weight: bold;">hate</span> you right now!!!<br /><br /><br /></span>More on the job front:<br />My most recent idea for a profession is event planning. How much fun would that be??? So I started researching event planners in my area, and in NYC. (next I need to check DC)<br />I contacted a woman in Richmond at this wonderful event planning company, who has been very helpful! She has actually agreed to let me shadow her during events. I don't have any details on this yet, but it is an unpaid position, but would be a great way for me to gain experience. I'll keep you updated.<br /><br />Also, a HUGE update! One of my best friends, Trisha, got engaged!!!! Collin proposed the night before New Years, and they're getting married July 24, 2010. Let the planning begin!<br />I can't wait!<br /><br />Collin and Hugh and I went to check out some reception venues this week. I had <span style="font-style: italic;">no earthly</span> idea how expensive it is just to rent a <span style="font-style: italic;">building.</span> Geeeees!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRqRO37JtodSTrmNgcPDe-C4oZyr7SsHGd7rhO7xvhyaRiDPAsOEiKxN8izRLjbPjX0X16EQCRoqA0Yp0aIbmokYslluCHUpKt46WAUXTW-ml0BpXXECXpWlAN-_TPKnkUkEdwSgfTsM_M/s1600-h/big.bar.shot.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRqRO37JtodSTrmNgcPDe-C4oZyr7SsHGd7rhO7xvhyaRiDPAsOEiKxN8izRLjbPjX0X16EQCRoqA0Yp0aIbmokYslluCHUpKt46WAUXTW-ml0BpXXECXpWlAN-_TPKnkUkEdwSgfTsM_M/s400/big.bar.shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427080549807776178" border="0" /></a><br />We saw some strange ones.<br /><br /><br />Some <a href="http://bankandvault.com/bank">gorgeous ones.</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZqUK_15nyHzNJFJuZOcHEiWL_X7ruzsvDiBDTm51kwwBZeoBoUSmpmxnYqP6vDiQEDPeEOobnNBo-T389RlxC5eax4Ah9kyqwTp4SAhjZRCnlaUDOQ4R1gj0bu2EsySno3mX3yoX56Zb/s1600-h/P1010802.preview.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZqUK_15nyHzNJFJuZOcHEiWL_X7ruzsvDiBDTm51kwwBZeoBoUSmpmxnYqP6vDiQEDPeEOobnNBo-T389RlxC5eax4Ah9kyqwTp4SAhjZRCnlaUDOQ4R1gj0bu2EsySno3mX3yoX56Zb/s400/P1010802.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427081847280847602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And some in between.<br /><br />But I think that they have settled on one that they love...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_pk9WV5gVwAvFajWvIaPPbb4atiYOIxQdFrh1U7hzn2cBEhPNcxwopDtl6lOJnm5C3tXu7uA4UTP34iMWr1ok3QlOPhnhDxKz64-idwhJ9m8QKSBQ1YZbJm3rr3HSFJGVz_8EfLhLMld/s1600-h/DSCN0877.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_pk9WV5gVwAvFajWvIaPPbb4atiYOIxQdFrh1U7hzn2cBEhPNcxwopDtl6lOJnm5C3tXu7uA4UTP34iMWr1ok3QlOPhnhDxKz64-idwhJ9m8QKSBQ1YZbJm3rr3HSFJGVz_8EfLhLMld/s400/DSCN0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427083210575979890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Don't you just love weddings?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluZ_DV7A8TA4ZR_PnDWVJFxNMI55L73uUzRE27rDzwSk6ZbmVaSvhyBqe9fhtHoLrVvrS9aSuzfQ2FcYx5fRhiEHzF6_PHlqR-g3ij_JmqyI_GKmVTMShLXpK3L9rz-6QBgEX9tsEY5cp/s1600-h/september-08-jubella-amy-atlas1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE69ukblhovkrKAFceTbeVg-obLDNXuHMq1CNm2d5f2b52bFsj2DGJaZRDhK93pnG5z2II7jmYe9tLK0GuPM_L5bbts0nZeQ0PvqJ9keGubaZ5HNELIn8z_r62oF0loUvwqRcTidfMSs9P/s400/janie+medley+peonies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427084702511657890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Happy weekend Blogworld!!!!</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/51/512AA243C4C398AF779E61B529F4C58A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-60554763716448781332010-01-01T16:57:00.000-08:002010-01-17T20:21:19.458-08:00A New YearSo I've decided to throw a few resolutions out there at the last minute. It's not that I didn't realize that I needed to work on these things, but rather that I'm a procrastinator when it comes to resolutions...and life. So here goes...<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">..Be more optimistic..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a huge one for me. I'm a pessimist. I can't help it, I get it from my dad (a common excuse for me). But it is something that I know I can work on. I think it's best to have a healthy balance of both. In other words, if you've ever watched <i>The Middle</i> (if you haven't, you should!) I'm <i><b>not</b></i> aiming to have the optimism of Sue.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnB1crgJfpnWXSlSLodQIt05TejwCIcG_nQz7_d4ME4vsZqWDh3XRkhRH45ONln7gYY2s6x2yo2ZIYLbw2x25m807lBIcBRXino4R6xLZrLNfllT-fCwSv6cfRcteLkjFBnpu5M3TzCtu/s400/d45440492ebe6c8e3945b625cba57962.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421942736718119730" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">..Stop Procrastinating..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">This one's a tough one for me. As I already mentioned in this post, I have a procrastination problem. A huge procrastination problem. Which explains why I've graduated with no job. And seem to have no motivation to look for one. Basically, I have trouble biting the bullet and getting work done. That needs to change. And will.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">..Be More Active..</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's time for this one...actually way past time. I'm putting it as 'being active' because I think for me to actually follow through with it, I need a lifestyle change. I need to walk more and drive less. I need to get a gym membership. I need to walk my dog more often (instead of just taking him to the dog park). Luckily, my parents live in the city, so I can easily work on becoming more active. I also think that if I can make it a routine, it will be a much easier transition. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">..Discover a New Place..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">..Become a Better Cook..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">..Try a New Food..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">..Go to Church..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">..Reconnect..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I hope you all had a wonderful New Year </span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/51/512AA243C4C398AF779E61B529F4C58A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-87116179051481120492009-12-29T12:10:00.000-08:002010-01-17T20:22:03.002-08:00A Snowy GraduationI know I'm a little late on the post (and a couple more posts are coming on Christmas) but graduation was wonderful! It was boring (of course--what graduation isnt?) but exciting.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu1x3DFqJeODeahnIaX27so9msFtLL0-LloXj2EJKVgHNN_Gn6HGHYi-XqZgDw-SPINKUNbVILyrq9tF-12LWeMNcklmVPlBiAQt_8DDeUYTTDB0hNT29s_J8oa9qpSaNXmP_6k5dcVw-B/s400/4204751492_d0484be4fd_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420753723828888370" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I cheated, and actually sat with a different major so that I could sit with my friend Jocelyn. I was paranoid that I would mess everything up, but there were no questions asked! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Joc and I walking up to the stage!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAdX4N9Tnz008mZRrOYF3VFvEi0XBduJ-MDCN4EBftktoQu2emGX2IloyOygEf9Xgfw5r52EDb5TkUyVtdnWtr0uJIRLc-BmUFF3b4JIbuU9zF2SdhLIqt8EsX880cDm2apTWVM7SxWpT/s400/4204003395_16dc50b49b_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420753715694236594" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My parents came, and we went out to a great lunch after the ceremony.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6M7np2ME0guMuGZKLjxPpmkqXXx0DGl0bNE5Kg2iAnnRQLYzdCaSk8mBC6pgVEwQeEpPRn_BALVStqHGByDBOrfytBPeE_6sb3PeY3Rh5_Zvyqxm84B8uhHdNACwlfiRJU7o0JfxMZ_H1/s400/4204006117_df0c654401_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420753718893236050" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My brother also came. It started snowing hard during lunch, but luckily we were able to snap a few pictures before getting on the road. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdbFuiH64lzreNN_1npO0x_J6KMIExmK1sa3v7EKod-_yKGSXe8hqBIB1frrYeHKsoOjO8dkMoXtHOzV9KRaPzHnvEu5Djuf6zGHeID76ZTuLgTbG84u9Vj4sA7xjg3IDlt1HbMkuPCRO/s400/4204768190_890f30f06a_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420753729150581186" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't think any of us realized how fast the snow was coming down. My parents headed home and were stuck in traffic watching cars slide off the road into the ditches. Luckily they were fine, but got stuck in Salem--basically the middle of nowhere. I called around to 7 hotels just to find one that wasn't booked...they ended up with a ''luxury'' suite (with a pink jacuzzi and all, haha!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8I5gcBjfDu46A24WWjYgyX442bkOd0Ldz2Wp8NiJHnAuH1u2Lb_21uuCE_PPg7FLw_AppFsbESx-jKQzkrRYIsB5gHYcZUx2VjKu3jUGxTWLfvnmpd5PGrpJs6BgVQxTXbutstVTRBKti/s400/4204013203_69c9397c0a_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420756142939812418" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They stayed one night in Salem and then slowly headed home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAteJpQjio4gDkiGo7bJMu3LxEuYT4C4bNfxb4DwQbwjALDjjev7hN_jVIPQpFKYmp8Dti_Q315h20DHZBzcCmOim3vc3To7448_wT-W5Qjh8QlaJb4Rmtptbk-PIcMgkzRJZacOEJqrmC/s400/4204783312_0be2508972_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420756150841872514" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say, the dogs loved the snow. And it provided the perfect backdrop...if only it didn't make travel (and moving out) so difficult!! Close enough to a white Christmas for me!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Q48blqIYBzrYQRdDT-xFvfPuwtbS5i1ZbpbI4fuxyOV5ELmmpWBAtBOHzKKsvbFHYRieNXM9oMSNebfhKE9Y9MowWuOxk7b5mfGYBdJdaZ21q22WBEWw89eCGvkVHbDTJRwMthk9S1mY/s400/4204028585_271d0efc5a_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420756144037709634" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So Sully and I are officially back in Richmond (until a job opportunity comes along) and both miss S and T. An upcoming visit it certainly in the works!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/51/512AA243C4C398AF779E61B529F4C58A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-43723041876300061452009-12-21T15:11:00.001-08:002009-12-21T16:23:00.328-08:00Blizzard '09<div>Well, it's Christmas break for Emily K. and I so the boys are currently separated. I'm a jerk and keep teasing Tucker with "where's sussie?!!". He gets all excited, looks around, then stares at me as if he wants to say "i hate you". He probably does but I think it's funny.</div><div><br /></div><div>We were able to suprise my family and come home a day early. My mom was in tears - the good kind (I hope.) Tucker was as excited as ever to see Kellie. Kellie's our family golden who is 8 and thought she didn't like dogs until Tucker came along. As soon as he shows up she's a puppy again. We've had a few WWE wrestling matches in the living room since we've been home. Kel always seems to get the best of him. He loves her too - almost as much as Sully. He follows her around the house ALLLLL day. Rarely lets her get out of sight. It really is sweet, but she probably hates it. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2akGC7o63K_076Mrs4QOEpTNDnENNE_JgrwCqsggEbUWgzLSWGb2Uvny1eLkFg3ltPpQMNsbZhvgTJEHWf2EiftFXYF_Zj5jTfz_Y5SLBEQHALpHx6KwEvdGxaMiJRg675rDvf3UH68vv/s1600-h/DSC_2407.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2akGC7o63K_076Mrs4QOEpTNDnENNE_JgrwCqsggEbUWgzLSWGb2Uvny1eLkFg3ltPpQMNsbZhvgTJEHWf2EiftFXYF_Zj5jTfz_Y5SLBEQHALpHx6KwEvdGxaMiJRg675rDvf3UH68vv/s400/DSC_2407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833821197194530" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuEsVfetrYBdsB76sSSZSRFPRtzjBEJMlFnK4AovjAtWyt0ZGtlpIP39bIfLktrHtEkyM6VdDTUU1hGUE4J2LxKOLcTba_Hib1z6vZo9R9XJ7l6CVJxs3qxZLeD5Izs1dqLiIRjJxdav8/s1600-h/DSC_2414.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuEsVfetrYBdsB76sSSZSRFPRtzjBEJMlFnK4AovjAtWyt0ZGtlpIP39bIfLktrHtEkyM6VdDTUU1hGUE4J2LxKOLcTba_Hib1z6vZo9R9XJ7l6CVJxs3qxZLeD5Izs1dqLiIRjJxdav8/s1600-h/DSC_2414.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuEsVfetrYBdsB76sSSZSRFPRtzjBEJMlFnK4AovjAtWyt0ZGtlpIP39bIfLktrHtEkyM6VdDTUU1hGUE4J2LxKOLcTba_Hib1z6vZo9R9XJ7l6CVJxs3qxZLeD5Izs1dqLiIRjJxdav8/s400/DSC_2414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833817702991362" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PQCdq11CUrGbYAD4aApPjBwuFQUsnJC56F-TcwVJc9BiHpCEfo5scPmeWJ_ECOLGMChfmaQh_q0WFl5TL6o62KqfIMVe82vJiLx-mqifhrFXdvST3dNM4eTFSR1ceO5kIurBa9Y2S7aK/s1600-h/DSC_2417.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PQCdq11CUrGbYAD4aApPjBwuFQUsnJC56F-TcwVJc9BiHpCEfo5scPmeWJ_ECOLGMChfmaQh_q0WFl5TL6o62KqfIMVe82vJiLx-mqifhrFXdvST3dNM4eTFSR1ceO5kIurBa9Y2S7aK/s1600-h/DSC_2417.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PQCdq11CUrGbYAD4aApPjBwuFQUsnJC56F-TcwVJc9BiHpCEfo5scPmeWJ_ECOLGMChfmaQh_q0WFl5TL6o62KqfIMVe82vJiLx-mqifhrFXdvST3dNM4eTFSR1ceO5kIurBa9Y2S7aK/s400/DSC_2417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833812367375746" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We had a mini roadtrip to Richmond on friday to suprise my grandmother. More water works. Kinda makes you feel wanted. Tuck's decided he's a big dog now and likes to hang out the window. We had a few close calls with him almost falling out (you were right Emily K!) but were able to grab him. I'm blaming it more on Kristen putting the window down too far than him trying to escape. Not quite as bad as the Marley and Me scene but you get the idea. He got pretty frustrated when we were on the highway that the window wasn't down. He hit his head a good four or five times on the ceiling from trying to shove his head out of the closed window.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHm1ZJw_Gn2iLxP5iSr1Qdiea9-aWFy_DiZYX-YSfMvqMN9uMBQylV1rop1-O3u_T26V5gqJFeknznlyb85DV6qs-Mr_5cwvUEkl0MNK1w54xvM8gYZ5dV23_qvRFMnLGTNAL_DQ2pHMf/s1600-h/DSC_2422.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHm1ZJw_Gn2iLxP5iSr1Qdiea9-aWFy_DiZYX-YSfMvqMN9uMBQylV1rop1-O3u_T26V5gqJFeknznlyb85DV6qs-Mr_5cwvUEkl0MNK1w54xvM8gYZ5dV23_qvRFMnLGTNAL_DQ2pHMf/s400/DSC_2422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833516416277090" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgWqLrbT0nHm81NWY4GiMQs84VbIfAnYKWvhwJfmj8Y-2KQ1YnVDM0NLej473DUhnc1Nnzeff0CwYaSHoN5meCD6WheET1YTsVGAg2rl2zOy8r3xd73t6ogQavEpv9nk54hHmBHFUGHHk/s1600-h/DSC_2424.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After he figured that out he then decided he wanted to ride like a person. Cutest 4-legged person I've ever seen.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgWqLrbT0nHm81NWY4GiMQs84VbIfAnYKWvhwJfmj8Y-2KQ1YnVDM0NLej473DUhnc1Nnzeff0CwYaSHoN5meCD6WheET1YTsVGAg2rl2zOy8r3xd73t6ogQavEpv9nk54hHmBHFUGHHk/s1600-h/DSC_2424.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgWqLrbT0nHm81NWY4GiMQs84VbIfAnYKWvhwJfmj8Y-2KQ1YnVDM0NLej473DUhnc1Nnzeff0CwYaSHoN5meCD6WheET1YTsVGAg2rl2zOy8r3xd73t6ogQavEpv9nk54hHmBHFUGHHk/s400/DSC_2424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833504463211890" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_D0o9DPqdZtf7XdvyfuihU4eZAUUYeVi83Khxd6dytj99ss4ESl0ie2TDOt1QVgOpQTyLqLjk4Zq77_wRIWpaHQDwV8pS-jzHDB5bh1KZXCmK8WaYI1EZ998C-xBua0ufJeilHq7uPwm5/s1600-h/DSC_2427.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Then my mom started getting nervous and I remembered the story Emily K. told me (a family friend was in a bad car accident and her dog was saved because he was in a harness) so we made do with what we had. Tuck didn't like it - suprise suprise. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_D0o9DPqdZtf7XdvyfuihU4eZAUUYeVi83Khxd6dytj99ss4ESl0ie2TDOt1QVgOpQTyLqLjk4Zq77_wRIWpaHQDwV8pS-jzHDB5bh1KZXCmK8WaYI1EZ998C-xBua0ufJeilHq7uPwm5/s1600-h/DSC_2427.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_D0o9DPqdZtf7XdvyfuihU4eZAUUYeVi83Khxd6dytj99ss4ESl0ie2TDOt1QVgOpQTyLqLjk4Zq77_wRIWpaHQDwV8pS-jzHDB5bh1KZXCmK8WaYI1EZ998C-xBua0ufJeilHq7uPwm5/s400/DSC_2427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833501794714978" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZVbOfl5N913Q9ktjqvZFsAO4SWFjknJ6V7hhdlBqwVrIsVaKSvk7l4nfQbUcPviyTjrhAlMW3UvDtTPA0KOfRwpsQ2wlKJAOMGEjpHsH56AIJ9xK6f_ytwZDhiO25UxaIouwp_iGWeW4/s1600-h/DSC_2437.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It was good to be in Richmond - got some Christmas shopping done. I just had to promise to act suprised Christmas morning. We ate lunch at Phil's and I ordered a limeade- mmmMMMMmmm. That's seriously been the highlight of my time home thus far. Boring life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday night we headed to downtown Fred to watch a live nativity. It was really sweet - most of the children in our church's congregation were in it and they had real barn animals instead of the toddlers who refuse to wear their costumes and run screaming to mom about halfway through. It was outside in the marketsquare behind the church and there was a pretty good turnout. I forgot to bring the camera but it began snowing as soon as they started. It was perfect.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kristen and I barely made it home in my little Jetta - it is not built for snow. We all went to bed early and woke up to over a foot of snow. Pretty? Yes. Practical for Virginia? Absolutely not. The whole town shut down and we were forced to slave away shoveling snow off of the deck. Awesome. Just the way I envisioned spending my Christmas vacation. Tucker wasn't sure what to make of it at first.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZVbOfl5N913Q9ktjqvZFsAO4SWFjknJ6V7hhdlBqwVrIsVaKSvk7l4nfQbUcPviyTjrhAlMW3UvDtTPA0KOfRwpsQ2wlKJAOMGEjpHsH56AIJ9xK6f_ytwZDhiO25UxaIouwp_iGWeW4/s1600-h/DSC_2437.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZVbOfl5N913Q9ktjqvZFsAO4SWFjknJ6V7hhdlBqwVrIsVaKSvk7l4nfQbUcPviyTjrhAlMW3UvDtTPA0KOfRwpsQ2wlKJAOMGEjpHsH56AIJ9xK6f_ytwZDhiO25UxaIouwp_iGWeW4/s400/DSC_2437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833499013295266" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnooJOUDjGCVXrU8nd-aAjj_TOCr7ckUFkAQjIt-f_EJtoGMH-1aLY73LXVKpHEp5OnmMNwbkdlCNIjHkgN6qYpcCN7PtcH6NK7lN9XBttGH8HUSZwLSPh4S3WXqbtw_fXIAb0MuIEmnG/s1600-h/DSC_2456.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>But soon discovered snow was frozen water so he LOVED it. He's hilarious. The pooy boy is practically drowning in the snow but runs full speed ahead and loves to dig his nose way down in it and flip up all the flakes onto his back. His nose has been permenantly white ever since. He also managed to fall down the stairs of the deck while helping. Watching him try to scramble back up to us was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnooJOUDjGCVXrU8nd-aAjj_TOCr7ckUFkAQjIt-f_EJtoGMH-1aLY73LXVKpHEp5OnmMNwbkdlCNIjHkgN6qYpcCN7PtcH6NK7lN9XBttGH8HUSZwLSPh4S3WXqbtw_fXIAb0MuIEmnG/s1600-h/DSC_2456.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnooJOUDjGCVXrU8nd-aAjj_TOCr7ckUFkAQjIt-f_EJtoGMH-1aLY73LXVKpHEp5OnmMNwbkdlCNIjHkgN6qYpcCN7PtcH6NK7lN9XBttGH8HUSZwLSPh4S3WXqbtw_fXIAb0MuIEmnG/s400/DSC_2456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833160010662018" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoyLaf4gP_Rs-12loqVfcrDoU1BmCC6IRCepxsgKoRiuSeCnyHR4HJeEO-nEtuQj1QSsn4wWIEeUmNXIFZ0OOAjZYTI4S5oFDL776KgZxui10C0MVMpFr24xAJ_m6BQr-_DOwA4bx6slbz/s1600-h/DSC_2457.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoyLaf4gP_Rs-12loqVfcrDoU1BmCC6IRCepxsgKoRiuSeCnyHR4HJeEO-nEtuQj1QSsn4wWIEeUmNXIFZ0OOAjZYTI4S5oFDL776KgZxui10C0MVMpFr24xAJ_m6BQr-_DOwA4bx6slbz/s1600-h/DSC_2457.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoyLaf4gP_Rs-12loqVfcrDoU1BmCC6IRCepxsgKoRiuSeCnyHR4HJeEO-nEtuQj1QSsn4wWIEeUmNXIFZ0OOAjZYTI4S5oFDL776KgZxui10C0MVMpFr24xAJ_m6BQr-_DOwA4bx6slbz/s400/DSC_2457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833155394975442" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xCh3yajYrrgDCkCxwgHfAa6TOrBzqneivG1TbhFnU2QOUiPb0ceDBm-LLd48PIz7vQwDZZEWvux_ey8yUH_hFcQqkj8kXVokUcUIc3_a0KkdBcAGs90qz3ZBu3T4wEgumec6DvZaFIJs/s1600-h/DSC_2462.JPG"></a></div><div>It blizzarded (?) up until yesterday morning. I think we had close to two feet total - broke a lot of records around here. It kept the pups busy and gave me cabin fever. I was finally able to get out yesterday afternoon to go to work... but had to get a ride from my parents. It's like I'm 10 again. But if all goes as planned, the snow should stay through Christmas and there's some speculation of another storm coming Christmas Eve. I don't think I've ever had a white Christmas so that would be perfect for Tucker's first. (I act like he's my child waaay too much.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xCh3yajYrrgDCkCxwgHfAa6TOrBzqneivG1TbhFnU2QOUiPb0ceDBm-LLd48PIz7vQwDZZEWvux_ey8yUH_hFcQqkj8kXVokUcUIc3_a0KkdBcAGs90qz3ZBu3T4wEgumec6DvZaFIJs/s1600-h/DSC_2462.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xCh3yajYrrgDCkCxwgHfAa6TOrBzqneivG1TbhFnU2QOUiPb0ceDBm-LLd48PIz7vQwDZZEWvux_ey8yUH_hFcQqkj8kXVokUcUIc3_a0KkdBcAGs90qz3ZBu3T4wEgumec6DvZaFIJs/s400/DSC_2462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833155019241746" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJTj66GCLl_qgLJnHF-GkNgbGATjOz8sUCiu0dpbkh3dhsjvhpdFFZk5pelcgCUMbYCVFJzy6_gn8w4c9p0YFLZ0NjiexNQ4abhMcZNNJE0z7RyE0JzLpx2fVAzxsymuynsRB4elINNsR/s1600-h/DSC_2629.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I've also got a jump start on our doggie things with this little number. Tuck and Sul have a basket in Blacksburg where we keep their toys. Sully's still a little uneasy about it while Tucker will dig all the way to the bottom looking for that one teeny bone he wants. I think it's the cutest thing. So I decided to make my own version and got this. I'm pretty proud since I'm not creative. At all. Thus far, he and Kel both like it. I just hope the bow stays on then front...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJTj66GCLl_qgLJnHF-GkNgbGATjOz8sUCiu0dpbkh3dhsjvhpdFFZk5pelcgCUMbYCVFJzy6_gn8w4c9p0YFLZ0NjiexNQ4abhMcZNNJE0z7RyE0JzLpx2fVAzxsymuynsRB4elINNsR/s1600-h/DSC_2629.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRJ1fdp5vcTkoFOcdD1gDqpuQ_Uf6ZXsBLaUXFUfOuvE5l1BBP6DnX8HTtL883-rD2BPFZjMgK9qWZMrZOiO5iBO-tBEMd1iH5Sl9koSQArmn7sEWrDjmy0lYMrhETDVB1MrWyMpob6tAt/s400/IMG00105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417845074052931730" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, all is well here and I'm just enjoying my family, dogs, and the snow (when I don't have to shovel it). Hopefully I'll be able to drive sometime tomorrow or Wednesday to get out and see friends. Maybe then I'll have some more exciting things to blog about. But until then - Merry Christmas.</div><div><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJTj66GCLl_qgLJnHF-GkNgbGATjOz8sUCiu0dpbkh3dhsjvhpdFFZk5pelcgCUMbYCVFJzy6_gn8w4c9p0YFLZ0NjiexNQ4abhMcZNNJE0z7RyE0JzLpx2fVAzxsymuynsRB4elINNsR/s400/DSC_2629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417833149680877042" /></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/382/F8DB4D60C90266464BBECDD415B0FEB7.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></p></div></div>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-42808798372785741212009-12-14T16:41:00.000-08:002009-12-14T17:45:10.201-08:00Bad Day in the 'HoodMy first post! Woo! I'll try to be witty but no real promises... writing is not my forte' what so ever. But here it goes:<div><br /></div><div>The dog park. Well, I guess if I'm being honest it's really a field owned by VT that dogs and their owners have begun to take over. We're not really welcome and actually aren't allowed to park in the usual parking lot starting tomorrow.... but that's not going to stop anybody. Anyway, it's frequented by older townies and college students, like us. The dogs love it and we don't have to put forth any effort to exercise ourselves... it's really a win win all around. Emily K has been taking Sully since the late summer and now that I have Tucker we've been usuals too. There's a big group of us who tend to go around the same time and the dogs all get along. Sully chases Juno and Nahla, probably the two fastest dogs I've ever met, while Tucker attempts for maaaybe 5 seconds before realizing he's too fat and goes off to go dig in the mud.... he's such a social dog. WELL this past Thursday, all the usual suspects were there plus a few extras - Daisy, Sage, and Sofie. Sage and Sofie are two Newfoundland Lab mixes owned by a mother and daughter while Daisy is some sort of shelty mix who is owned by the mother's neighbor. The three come together and tend to just walk around the park on leashes because they have a history of being aggressive when they get together (caught on to where I'm going with this one yet?)</div><div><br /></div><div>Sully and the gang were running through the corn while Tucker observed on the side, most likely daydreaming about either treats or eating some toilet paper. Emily and I were saying goodbye to two boys who had brought their dogs; one who is there everyday with us and the other we have only seen maybe once. It was getting cold so we were thinking of leaving too.....and then we hear screaming. We turn and Daisy, Sage, and Sofie are all circling Tucker on the ground while he is crying like I've never heard him cry before. We run over and the dogs begin nipping at him. All I can think about is getting him out without getting hurt - this has happened before with the same three dogs and we had talked about how you're not supposed to get into the middle of it because you can easily get bitten too. The three dog's owners rush over too just in time for two of the dogs to pick up Tucker by his ear and neck and start shaking him violently. Not to sound dramatic, but I really thought my dog was dead at this point. He's 20some pounds of fluff being thrown by 3, much larger, agressive dogs and I'm standing helpless watching it all unfold. All Emily and I could do was scream and scream loud. Out of nowhere the two boys who were leaving showed up to tear the dogs off of Tucker. It took a few moments but finally he was out and just ran away yelping. I picked him up and he would not stop this blood wrenching scream. I've never heard anything like it before.</div><div><br /></div><div>So there I am, holding him, shaking, and not quite sure what to do. I began examining him, looking for blood, praying that I don't find any. His whole head and ear are soaked but I couldn't find anything (Thank God.) One of the three dog's owners came over just to say "Oh he's fine, he's just scared." Really, lady? My puppy almost died... DIED because your dogs picked on him. Call me dramatic all you want, but everyone seemed to be in consensus that it was a miracle he was ok. Emily and I ran out of there as fast as we could and met up with the two boys who had helped. In tears, I thanked them the best that I could. Seriously, Tuck probably wouldn't have made it without them. One of the two even was bit - Emily noticed that his finger was bleeding but he claimed it was dry skin. I hope I see him again to fall over myself thanking him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily, our neighbor is a vet in a surrounding town (seriously, how lucky? not only is he a really nice guy but a vet!). Since it happened after Tucker's usual vet was closed I decided to call our neighbor to bring him in. We drove for probably 30 minutes, which felt like hours to me, to get to his clinic maybe two minutes before they were scheduled to close. Tucker got a thorough check through and they found two puncture wounds - one on his ear and a deep one on his neck. Dr. Neighbor said he'd need stiches, so out came the clippers to shave his fur along with the wiggles from Tucker. I've never seen him want to get away from something so badly as I did that day. The poor, tiny nurse had to practically lay on him to shave the fur down. Once that ordeal was over Dr. N put some glue stitches - Tuck is so clumsy with his whole vision, I don't even want to see him try and maneuver around with a cone on his head. I felt terrible that we made Dr. N, the nurse, and secretary ALL stay late for our ordeal and to top it all off they gave me a discount on the visit --- they have got to be the nicest people ever. I paid, thanked them, and we headed back home.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagdTCZVVMDlNvgGdS0qfrmWuQBcseOyAV5PA8zGeAdvGbpbr_vqfbOacL5eHwp3zQnr5k45X5i_OI39_m6U92PjWAxcX1ef2DG-sfqJFnohBtxJluFOeHUCxSt0M7o4K77X9WgK7Q85xz/s400/DSCN0807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415268077837686082" /></div><div>Don't let it fool you... he squirrmed like NO other as soon as he heard the clipper noise</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIN2Shc3QfGtnpYQwFBPMYAERc0VIIP0ecQ13UwqaZ9T53fftl_HC808bXoc4rfg-ppRuEjmnuLieZuiCZy4NHLEuNn9o08dNl9mIpvKXdQ6hUKDiMUKEuIIV1SFyjNx4jzFk7MHjkWwAa/s400/DSCN0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415266734129346626" /></div><div>Neck bite :(</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sully was the cutest big brother ever. When the big dogs had Tucker, Emily K had to hold him back from getting in to try to save him. When Tucker was screaming in my arms, Sully was mimicking the exact same cry (so weird!) and then licked all over his wounds we were in the car. On the way back from the vet he sat vigil next to Tuck while he slept. Best dog ever.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19-Zwi4u5RVawxYERrSaoAdvvrZfzlwkhjzXmMZnpt4jFr879OsA86ZnaUhtbH2drdgegJm-yXsVcQsPBasu8NY39c5WOcQTLAVasQUh-nxglFUu4mn4KqDwsuIKpoL3gakFGexvFklxR/s400/DSCN0808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415268087710896818" /></div><div>Patiently awaiting Tucker to get cleaned up so he can sniff him</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZC1w5Cs8vJBYdkho_RGE2_qunFUsxMWC_Zu7gGDX1kQIaShR5SJPG6QEp2PBgjvBD9JfKSrQX36BpRIQHRfkAra6qIxjVGKsi_oNnCrkymiGBn-DYy_unwPAUiSNJ1c69D114lx2sVwS/s400/DSCN0811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415268094356462738" /></div><div>Nurse Sully</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So thankfully, we're all still in one piece. I called the police to ask them what all I could do about this. Tucker's incident was the fourth is four months that we know about - who knows how many other there are with the same three dogs. All I can really do they said was to call the police if the dogs are let off the leash again and they'll take it from there. And what am I going to do if I see them again? I have no idea - I'd like to think that I'd go up to them and give them a peice of my mind... how do you not apologize for something like that! I didn't get a "sorry" or "let me help" or "is there anything I can do?". Nothing. I'd like to practice in my head some great speech I'll give them, but in all honestly I'll probably grab Tucker and spring out of there while calling the cops. I'm a baby - it's ok, I can admit it. But the great thing is that Tucker doesn't even seem phased by it! You can touch his bite marks all you want and he doesn't flinch... not even once. And we went back to the dog park today and he was just as excited as ever to be there. I'm just so thankful for the boys being there to break it up and that he's ok. Things have been just a crazy around here. But to end on a good note, I'll put some pictures of the boys just being themselves (we're just a little bit obsessed, no big deal.)</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOuvu9CYD1fxxplZ3t421dX_boHlyGXf-MTOeKNS-5Js5OS3xmSWavbJvs1JEKhqHWJmJCdgP0aK9CGpYtOJ9ja3gq1j_alQKULZYjI3JFA5YpAgvotvQrFfGeL-2bx5LIUwzcsxf4xK1/s400/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415270895362069986" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMFGh_S_smnYgQI-dXepPpNJm2ipYC84INkuWZQE96H5byRjVmEdL40Pq9IWOhwNbmOqUCgjFq-dco596AMdAoGy5q5B3RppsSAfWB2wmYeNF36djfU7i8nsUqcn8O3MoWxYMKfhFYyfT/s400/DSCN0889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415270911835436402" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuu4gRtoQ-ZGUUBl8Xy1QHfdfnV84SBSrXhMEQUz6CDjALLVvuRlmMplUY3WQefRlrVOhIS4u-0b1coevYK4FR3R92tUy8cRqifdVLHBaVrAwCoRxPUCtLSwvUqIcNqo1lGECbSm6NKDKu/s400/DSCN0817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415270903426036866" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9higXgCQlEMiEoJeuHcC_X-qMOeDtAbJkL6LaFyBa8Xa3oFLzxXTYUBR46JA7Vgr4DyVwvFloiri30APvVcQ1s2VTkL1BbRef3ZVi_WXpa5bCsyGT1wizEM74ZUdL8AMLCAKK2u5Dejew/s400/DSCN0864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415268095425465282" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvDmvuOuiKaoPyfAjLZ7Q1Q8t40r3bSIodsX99PZ7eS7caXdxOm4SuzjhJwuD_gRZjoBnkhGfHzlhbPhM6vDkZ4qUlF2xeioQDIMrmYohdILEGHHtmWywe9soK_TUwNW2BWYXtpUm0XL8/s400/DSCN0826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415270917067661474" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I guess that's really all I've got for now. I'll try not to post such a dramatic post next time... but other than that and finals, that's all that's really been going on in my life right now. But only one more final and three days stand between me and Christmas break! It's soooo close I can taste it!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/382/F8DB4D60C90266464BBECDD415B0FEB7.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></span></div><div><br /></div>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-33280063398485710122009-12-13T20:17:00.000-08:002010-01-17T20:23:01.311-08:00S is for SlackerSo the truth is that Emily S. (the S stands for slacker) is up to do the next post, but since she clearly is taking her sweet time I thought I'd fill in the blank. ((Okay, okay, I guess she deserves the break...we are in the middle of finals after all)) But she will be doing the next post (I promise) so stay tuned because it's scary...and sad, and you won't want to miss it.<br /><br />So my post is going to focus on me. How lovely. I picked up my cap and gown on Friday...wow, is it ugly! I cannot believe I just spent over $50 on it. I told Emily S. I'm going to wear it from now until graduation (this Friday). I'll wear it to Starbucks...shopping...to the dog park...out to dinner...fabulousness. Just so that I can let everyone know that--HELLO!!! I'M GRADUATING!!!! Well that idea went out the window after about 15 minutes when my head started itching. Ew. So I'm truly looking forward to wearing it for 3 hours on Friday. I may have an allergic reaction, I'll keep you updated.<br /><br />So apparently I am in complete denial that I am actually graduating. Not a good thing. Because that means<div style="text-align: center;"> no job<br />no outfit (for graduation)<br />no plans for moving out of my apartment<br />no graduation party (that's a post in and of itself)<br />lots of anxiety<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This transition is not so pretty. And the lovely weather isn't helping. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8cvJ-ApH1Z6WZpYz13hDLHCZAigZUOAf8gAeu1V7HFVxr_ZtKphpSPHQjLtzsC6Foc05hhZhcaN02GQV11ADs9WhKhYGX7UEBRM-oXo4yP5klc6WoWsh4w_-D0D0QIxET4trKPUzKpnB/s1600-h/20080404125710.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8cvJ-ApH1Z6WZpYz13hDLHCZAigZUOAf8gAeu1V7HFVxr_ZtKphpSPHQjLtzsC6Foc05hhZhcaN02GQV11ADs9WhKhYGX7UEBRM-oXo4yP5klc6WoWsh4w_-D0D0QIxET4trKPUzKpnB/s400/20080404125710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414945507720411426" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">***www.weheartit.com***<br /></div><br /><br />I know that everything will work out. But for 5 blissful days, I'm just going to pretend that I'm not graduating.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/377/412431DE24E84B777F13AE91877CE1BF.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a><br /></div></div>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-92213743655701027372009-12-08T20:35:00.001-08:002009-12-11T07:16:35.305-08:00A Second Introduction<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Emily's</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />I guess a second round of introductions is needed--'the owners'. We are both named Emily (K. & S.), and are both students at Virginia Tech.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">Emily K.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYC2V-nUSpEIKu8fUE-jHJ8w4t0PU3LnKK1X_oiiifeXlSunAHKznNC0Nqxa1D_Au1Uo6SoewOf1vCovul-U0Kd49w4Ueuritanoju3UoXpL5KUtqSY5dm-6vkUA3KTIBOzgmraIOn62p/s1600-h/DSCN2423.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYC2V-nUSpEIKu8fUE-jHJ8w4t0PU3LnKK1X_oiiifeXlSunAHKznNC0Nqxa1D_Au1Uo6SoewOf1vCovul-U0Kd49w4Ueuritanoju3UoXpL5KUtqSY5dm-6vkUA3KTIBOzgmraIOn62p/s400/DSCN2423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413093301230084834" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />I am graduating this December (eek!) and have yet to figure out what the next step is...<br />.am double majoring in Business Management and Psychology.<br />.am from Richmond, Virginia.<br />.have an obsession with jeans.<br />.would love to live abroad.<br />and<br />.love working with children.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Emily S. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cPVvXmJBU52tOeAhugWWOGn5NgQWHs-NQcdmc8ou5i5I8vaBLmcDnFK_WvJMOC0Jtqm6U-aU1qRmuO3oAuPkZnAaVFQBcyFMqCHmwGGhC6wj92KxdaLDdI-MZIdSiT_mBDRVcyfjo6AZ/s1600-h/12470_193488219474_503394474_3037900_3350484_n-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cPVvXmJBU52tOeAhugWWOGn5NgQWHs-NQcdmc8ou5i5I8vaBLmcDnFK_WvJMOC0Jtqm6U-aU1qRmuO3oAuPkZnAaVFQBcyFMqCHmwGGhC6wj92KxdaLDdI-MZIdSiT_mBDRVcyfjo6AZ/s400/12470_193488219474_503394474_3037900_3350484_n-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413095537337733186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />She is a junior at Tech<br />.is majoring in Biology with a minor in Psychology.<br />.thinking of becoming a Physicians Assistant.<br />and<br />.is from Fredericksburg, Virginia.<br />.loves sushi.<br />.is barely 5 feet tall.<br />.would love to live in Charleston, SC.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/377/412431DE24E84B777F13AE91877CE1BF.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a><br /></div><br /></div></div></div>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840214973369237281.post-77851007943639052992009-12-08T17:21:00.000-08:002009-12-11T07:17:50.386-08:00Tucker & Sully<div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >The Introduction</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Tucker and Sully</span>.<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">..two brothers from different mothers. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Sully</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGsd2Y2-on9msAmTt9n6iLgmBvJ4NiiAK9Xr8oUW82hQzK0wL5Zy3hhUBi-E7QvjEcfd9xDJkotm-NSslWmR_OmFvJ-Kuu62-7xOO-ugpj0oGoXIJXvVrc_Y_Y_UWnh_StlaYs5vgasr0/s1600-h/4065261121_a50abb4842_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGsd2Y2-on9msAmTt9n6iLgmBvJ4NiiAK9Xr8oUW82hQzK0wL5Zy3hhUBi-E7QvjEcfd9xDJkotm-NSslWmR_OmFvJ-Kuu62-7xOO-ugpj0oGoXIJXvVrc_Y_Y_UWnh_StlaYs5vgasr0/s400/4065261121_a50abb4842_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413048768767517858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> I adopted Sully on February 2nd, 2009 from Mercy Fund Animal Rescue, a small foster program in Marion, North Carolina. I knew he was a Tibetan Terrier/Cockapoo mix, but had no idea what to expect.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> Sully is now a year old, and is a sweet, loving, mess of a dog. His hair is as uncontrollable as his spirit. He is terrified of strangers, but snuggly at home. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tucker</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4ZFIZTXtlv6gAk5X5RUrGrq-hRYnhShfpBbKoOuR6Yki_7yI7bihTrkLFlwXP7GOz54xXASjuNa1YpTyDpiYCvyr3otNve2CH77rUt0oob9A2N2ZCJ33bRTGpffPCPiWzPuK4Bdo668_/s1600-h/12470_189510439474_503394474_3007928_7922882_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4ZFIZTXtlv6gAk5X5RUrGrq-hRYnhShfpBbKoOuR6Yki_7yI7bihTrkLFlwXP7GOz54xXASjuNa1YpTyDpiYCvyr3otNve2CH77rUt0oob9A2N2ZCJ33bRTGpffPCPiWzPuK4Bdo668_/s400/12470_189510439474_503394474_3007928_7922882_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413049761626119922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br />Tucker is just the opposite--they balance each other out. Emily found Tucker, a Golden Retriever, at a breeder near Harrisonburg, VA. She brought him home November 7, 2009. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /><br />The hefty boy fears nothing, and gets into everything. He loves all people. He is incredibly easy going and is the fastest toy squeaker I know!</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> The two boys were meant to be together. Tucker is the laid back one, Sully is the watch dog.<br /><br />They have inspired us to create a unique line of pet accessories:</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Tucker & Sully.</span> </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Stylish Pets. Sensible Prices.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> They are best friends...and here are their stories. </span><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/377/412431DE24E84B777F13AE91877CE1BF.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a><br /><br /></div></div>The Emily'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16229579942749580756noreply@blogger.com1