<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:01:23.951-07:00</updated><category term='tuxedo'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='blackberries'/><category term='back'/><category term='favors'/><category term='funny'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='restart'/><category term='movies'/><category term='nyc adventures'/><category term='Marvel vs. Capcom'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Manda'/><category term='parking lot'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='Tyra Banks'/><category term='hair'/><category term='clean sheets'/><category term='babe'/><category term='union square'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='slippers'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='favorite'/><category term='errands'/><category term='paternity'/><category term='dryer'/><category term='The Wedding'/><category term='countdown'/><category term='birth control'/><category term='noisy'/><category term='romance'/><category term='door'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='video games'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='kids&apos; 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But, I do have a new blog. &lt;a href="http://cookingkjm.blogspot.com/"&gt;IT IS HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4556625265923782583?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4556625265923782583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4556625265923782583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4556625265923782583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4556625265923782583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-hey.html' title='Oh hey'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-8513717185195772868</id><published>2009-05-23T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:45:45.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work out</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I started my workout outlined for me by the guy at the gym.  I did 15 minutes on the elliptical, 5 minutes on the treadmill, and 5 minutes on the arc trainer.  I'm supposed to do 30 minutes of cardio, but 25 was fiiiine for the first day. Then I worked on weight machines for my back and biceps. I'll write out the whole workout he outlined for me later. And yes, periodically I will post pictures, just not everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-8513717185195772868?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8513717185195772868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=8513717185195772868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8513717185195772868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8513717185195772868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-out.html' title='Work out'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4242977308793878651</id><published>2009-05-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:13:05.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Okay...so I am back and the picture a day thing is pretty much done with. BUT...I've gone back to the gym and have a whole workout to follow, so I am going to blog about that and my feelings on that, etc. So I am back to writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4242977308793878651?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4242977308793878651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4242977308793878651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4242977308793878651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4242977308793878651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3571014067186939476</id><published>2009-03-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:13:03.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>Starting again...P*AD* 1- Erin Go Braugh</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been convinced to start doing my Picture A Day thing. So I will. Yesterday was good ol St. Patrick's Day. I may not look it, with the red hair and all, but I'm Irish. My grandma's maiden name was Kennedy and NOW my last name is Murray. Hahahahahaha I'm so Irish. For years and years, every St. Patrick's Day my mom has cooked corn beef &amp; cabbage. In the past few years I have discovered a liking to cabbage and I have always liked corn beef.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/ScFjGs1CFJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-lNggPyimzE/s1600-h/cBpad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/ScFjGs1CFJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-lNggPyimzE/s320/cBpad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314638002037855378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just knew I had to attempt my  own corn beef &amp; cabbage meal yesterday. The corn beef cooked all day in the crock pot and it was SO VERY GOOD! I was very impressed with myself. The cabbage was quite tasty too.  My St. Patrick's Day was just like it used to be at home (except way better corn beef...hahahahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3571014067186939476?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3571014067186939476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3571014067186939476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3571014067186939476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3571014067186939476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-againpad-1-erin-go-braugh.html' title='Starting again...P*AD* 1- Erin Go Braugh'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/ScFjGs1CFJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-lNggPyimzE/s72-c/cBpad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1832369174581935777</id><published>2009-03-08T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:44:50.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PictureMail</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com//mmps/RECIPIENT/003_105a601cde98c1e1_1/2?inviteToken=SEDr2c8VPkPxy8fY8LbL&amp;limitsize=258,258&amp;outquality=90&amp;squareoutput=255,255,255&amp;ext=.jpg&amp;iconifyVideo=true&amp;wm=1"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1832369174581935777?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1832369174581935777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1832369174581935777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1832369174581935777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1832369174581935777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/picturemail.html' title='PictureMail'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-938434377504217385</id><published>2009-03-06T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:36:39.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got my new phone!! &amp;lt;*Kara*&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-938434377504217385?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/938434377504217385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=938434377504217385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/938434377504217385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/938434377504217385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-got-my-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-536692040252788636</id><published>2009-03-03T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:33:30.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No</title><content type='html'>Okay...so by I'm going to post tomorrow I meant I'll post as soon as I find my camera...oops.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-536692040252788636?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/536692040252788636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=536692040252788636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/536692040252788636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/536692040252788636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-no.html' title='Oh No'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3096471434740109575</id><published>2009-03-02T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:52:33.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><title type='text'>I'm Baaaack</title><content type='html'>Ok...I'm back. I've been back for a while, but I've been getting used to being back home from St. Louis. It was a wayyy fun time and I have a ton of pictures. I suck. I took one or more pictures a day while in St. Louis, but as soon as I got back home, I stopped. I'm a horrible quitter! Ack. Well, tomorrow, I'll update with fun pictures and updates on me and the husband! See y tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3096471434740109575?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3096471434740109575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3096471434740109575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3096471434740109575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3096471434740109575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaack'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-827035031623324821</id><published>2009-02-03T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:45:31.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clear up</title><content type='html'>I'm still taking pictures each day of my vacation/trip home, so my 365 days of pictures will not be interrupted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-827035031623324821?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/827035031623324821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=827035031623324821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/827035031623324821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/827035031623324821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/clear-up.html' title='clear up'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-793559491602820495</id><published>2009-02-02T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:20:28.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still snapping</title><content type='html'>I am still doing the picture a day blogging but will not post 2 weeks of pictures until I get back to New York - it will be much easier! But I will update the blog till I get back with the pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-793559491602820495?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/793559491602820495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=793559491602820495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/793559491602820495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/793559491602820495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-snapping.html' title='I&apos;m still snapping'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2117949865912269232</id><published>2009-01-29T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:23:26.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>p*A*D*-Day 21-Vanilla Bean Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SYIrmXu4LeI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ezV2KP78dJs/s1600-h/100_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SYIrmXu4LeI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ezV2KP78dJs/s320/100_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296844049946783202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very rare vanilla bean scone from Starbucks. If I see it in their baked goods case, I must get them because supposedly they stopped making these early last year. Rarely, some do still have them in the case. These are so very delicious with a latte or coffee. I don't really need Starbucks since I have learned to make my own coffee very well, but I do still enjoy their lattes very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2117949865912269232?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2117949865912269232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2117949865912269232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2117949865912269232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2117949865912269232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-21-vanilla-bean-goodness.html' title='p*A*D*-Day 21-Vanilla Bean Goodness'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SYIrmXu4LeI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ezV2KP78dJs/s72-c/100_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4639550000590732498</id><published>2009-01-28T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:11:57.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 20-No preggo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SYDlq0svRvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7WVI8fJEw7w/s1600-h/100_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SYDlq0svRvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7WVI8fJEw7w/s320/100_0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485685651261170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I am not pregnant. This is good, but I'm a teeny bit sad. I do want kids and I don't want to be an old lady having babies, haha.  No plus sign, so no baby.  I'm just relieved. I'm leaving Friday for St. Louis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4639550000590732498?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4639550000590732498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4639550000590732498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4639550000590732498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4639550000590732498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-20-no-preggo.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 20-No preggo!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SYDlq0svRvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7WVI8fJEw7w/s72-c/100_0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4503816043269759518</id><published>2009-01-27T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:58:02.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>p*A*D*-Day 19-Valentine's early</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX-scCZDcjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/T1KSQxeqXXE/s1600-h/100_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX-scCZDcjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/T1KSQxeqXXE/s320/100_0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296141284489261618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the early Valentine's day dinner I made for Kevin. The steak was a bit over cooked, but still pretty good. Almost everything at this dinner is from Angelfood.  I hid his present in his chair and he was surprised when he went to sit down for dinner. He opened his Spongebob heart filled with gummy crabby patties and the stuffed dog I gave him. I told him it was for him to hug while I was gone when he missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX-tO_Tv1-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/gxMgWQsFXKo/s1600-h/100_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX-tO_Tv1-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/gxMgWQsFXKo/s320/100_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296142159835027426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I made some yummy V-Day funfetti cupcakes which were so good.  All in all it was a great Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4503816043269759518?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4503816043269759518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4503816043269759518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4503816043269759518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4503816043269759518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-19-valentines-early.html' title='p*A*D*-Day 19-Valentine&apos;s early'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX-scCZDcjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/T1KSQxeqXXE/s72-c/100_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-8728070509522246676</id><published>2009-01-26T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:25:18.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 18-Romantical Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX59lxDQ6oI/AAAAAAAAAk4/EPZGbbYr030/s1600-h/100_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX59lxDQ6oI/AAAAAAAAAk4/EPZGbbYr030/s320/100_0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295808299609942658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin was hiding from me so I took a picture of him hiding. I found it funny.  Tonight I am making him a Valentine's Day dinner since I will be in St. Louis for Valentines Day. I even got him some cute lil gifts. He has no idea that it's for V-Day, so I hope he will be surprised. I even made some fun-fetti V-Day cupcakes.  I also got Parker &amp; Gabby some V-Day presents and My sizzle's soon to be born Emalynn some cute baby shower clothes.  I wrapped them in the cutest cupcake wrapping paper I got from Gabby's school fundraiser. It is the BEST wrapping paper ever - and it is reversable so Parker's present has more manly stripes on it instead of cupcakes hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-8728070509522246676?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8728070509522246676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=8728070509522246676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8728070509522246676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8728070509522246676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-18-romantical-dinner.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 18-Romantical Dinner'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX59lxDQ6oI/AAAAAAAAAk4/EPZGbbYr030/s72-c/100_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3704303069623711826</id><published>2009-01-25T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:36:31.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AngelFood'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 17-AngelFood is the ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX0fE-EMWRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IweFzoWl2Jw/s1600-h/100_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX0fE-EMWRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IweFzoWl2Jw/s320/100_0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295422907098093842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our freezer after AngelFood.  AngelFood is a great great church run program. You do not have to be a church goer or whatever yourself to take advantage of this wonderful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, they have restaurant grade food and the regular box is $30 and you honestly get a lot of food.  Now, with each regular box you can purchase 1 special package for various prices.  The meat you get is always good. The veggies and fruit you get is always good. The shelf-stable milk is usually an automatic throw-away. The breaded chicken is usually funny tasting unless you lightly fry it.  That's usually the only bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We got a regular box and a special meat box for $52 all together and got all this frozen meat.  And a bunch of other food items for the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A REGULAR BOX:&lt;br /&gt;Balanced nutrition and variety with enough food to feed a family of four for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have host site all over the country, so there is probably one by you! Take advantage of this great offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.angelfoodministries.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more information and host locations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have ANY other questions, you can please ask me. My dad was doing this for about 5 months before I moved here to NYC and that's how I know about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3704303069623711826?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3704303069623711826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3704303069623711826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3704303069623711826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3704303069623711826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-17-angelfood-is-ish.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 17-AngelFood is the ish'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SX0fE-EMWRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/IweFzoWl2Jw/s72-c/100_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3896525766332037745</id><published>2009-01-24T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:49:42.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 16-Chicken Fajita Tortilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXtRuBJL9sI/AAAAAAAAAko/faaC2x3MYGQ/s1600-h/100_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXtRuBJL9sI/AAAAAAAAAko/faaC2x3MYGQ/s320/100_0186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294915637926950594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the chicken fajita tortilla soup last night.  It was so so so so so so so delicious. It was filling and full of flavor! And it was quite easy to make. Anyone looking for something different, make the recipe below! I accidentally bought crushed tomatoes instead of diced and it still turned out great.  I always knew that even though I find &lt;a href="http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-puh-lease.html"&gt;Rachel Ray&lt;/a&gt; extremely annoying, her food would taste good. Looka at that picture, I even got the garnishes and everything. I'm so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3896525766332037745?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3896525766332037745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3896525766332037745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3896525766332037745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3896525766332037745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-16-chicken-fajita-tortilla.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 16-Chicken Fajita Tortilla'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXtRuBJL9sI/AAAAAAAAAko/faaC2x3MYGQ/s72-c/100_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3645366584611846327</id><published>2009-01-23T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:47:51.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><title type='text'>Here I cook again</title><content type='html'>I want to make this recipie sooo badly. It looks very yummy and 0 bad reviews out of 50!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Fajita Tortilla Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 packages chicken tenders, 1 1/2 to 2 pounds&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 tablespoon coriander, a palm full&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 tablespoons chopped fresh thyme leaves, 5 to 6 sprigs&lt;br /&gt;    * Salt and freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 large onion, quartered and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 large bell pepper, quartered and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 jalapeno, seeded and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 (28-ounce) can fire roasted diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 quart chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 bag white corn tortilla chips&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 cup shredded pepper Jack or sharp white Cheddar&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 ripe avocado, diced&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 lime, juiced&lt;br /&gt;    * 4 scallions, chopped&lt;br /&gt;    * Handful fresh cilantro leaves or fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat a large skillet with extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan, over medium-high heat. Add chicken, begin to brown 4 minutes, add coriander, thyme, salt and pepper, to taste, onions, bell pepper and jalapeno, season with salt and pepper, to taste. Cook 8 to 10 minutes, stirring frequently. Add tomatoes and stock, heat through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the soup is working, lightly crush some tortilla chips and divide among 4 bowls. You need a couple of handfuls per bowl. Top the chips with a little cheese. Toss the avocado with lime juice. Top the chips with ladles of soup. Garnish soup with avocado, scallions and cilantro or parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****UPDATE*****&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get the ingredients I need to make the soup tonight! Yay! I am very excited. Pictures shall be posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3645366584611846327?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3645366584611846327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3645366584611846327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3645366584611846327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3645366584611846327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-i-cook-again.html' title='Here I cook again'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-372437234274408613</id><published>2009-01-23T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:20:29.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean sheets'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 15-clean sheets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXn7KaKDVpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6ZdDfV4ARz4/s1600-h/100_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXn7KaKDVpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6ZdDfV4ARz4/s320/100_0182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294538993189475986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ALL this laundry yesterday. It was ok to get it to the laundry mat but was extremely difficult getting it back home. I washed all my jeans and every sheet, blanket, and comforter that we own. So sleeping in soft clean sheets was wonderful. Kevin has this habit of eating in the bed. Eating EVERYTHING in the bed. I dislike it SO much cause he always seems to get crumbs and junk in the bed and leave the dirty dishes in our room for ME to clean up. It is very frustrating. I need some 2000 thread count sheets. That would be great . We also need a new bed frame, ours is busted badly.  I step on the broken pieces of our bed all the time and that is not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-372437234274408613?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/372437234274408613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=372437234274408613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/372437234274408613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/372437234274408613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-15-clean-sheets.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 15-clean sheets'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXn7KaKDVpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6ZdDfV4ARz4/s72-c/100_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6843427998040714240</id><published>2009-01-22T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:01:35.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 14- Baby shower for sizzle...and me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXjABOZW48I/AAAAAAAAAj0/JK2eonYV-Wk/s1600-h/100_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXjABOZW48I/AAAAAAAAAj0/JK2eonYV-Wk/s320/100_0181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294192489250874306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the baby shower invite to my sizzle's baby shower. Isn't it so cute? Now, the reason this is so picture worthy is because I GET TO BE IN TOWN FOR THE SHOWER!!!!  That's right, I leave the 30th for St. Louis and come back the 17th of February.  Yes, yes, I know that's a long trip, but Kevin and I discussed it and we're both okay with that.  I'm very very excited to see my sister, her pregnant belly, the kids, my mom &amp; dad, my whole family really.  I have the job of thinking up games for the baby shower and I think I've come up with 3 good ones. Now on to more pressing information...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXjBS7DEywI/AAAAAAAAAj8/41uBeI0bzms/s1600-h/100_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXjBS7DEywI/AAAAAAAAAj8/41uBeI0bzms/s320/100_0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294193892806413058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cup of coffee. I wasn't sure how else to show how crazy tired I have been recently. I sleep till about 11 or 12 when I would usually wake up at 8ish.  I go to bed really early too. Kevin keeps asking if I fell okay, and I do. So now Kevin, my mother, and a few others are convinced that I am pregnant.  I really don't think I am. Aren't you supposed to get like morning sickness or something? With how I usually am I have always had a feeling I would get the worst morning sickness.  Kevin doesn't want me to take a pregnancy test till after the St. Louis trip so it is "looming" over my head the whole trip. I'm going to be going nuts with curiosity the entire trip. I just think he doesn't want it to be looming over HIS head the entire time I'm gone. Oh well, results of that will come soon enough I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6843427998040714240?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6843427998040714240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6843427998040714240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6843427998040714240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6843427998040714240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-14-baby-shower-for-sizzleand-me.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 14- Baby shower for sizzle...and me?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXjABOZW48I/AAAAAAAAAj0/JK2eonYV-Wk/s72-c/100_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2592415459250550287</id><published>2009-01-21T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:34:14.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messy table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 13- Messy table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXewBECHrJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/D_w4D-Xa3rk/s1600-h/100_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXewBECHrJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/D_w4D-Xa3rk/s320/100_0179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293893419306298514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my kitchen table. It used to be bare and clear and cleaned off. Now? It is a mess. Groceries go there, mail, sodas, just everything we can't find a place for. I originally took the picture to talk about going to the grocery store like two or three times a week instead of about once a week.  But, as I looked at the picture, I noticed that table is a mess! Ugh. I need to clean that up. So I will leave you to go clear it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2592415459250550287?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2592415459250550287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2592415459250550287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2592415459250550287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2592415459250550287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-13-messy-table.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 13- Messy table'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXewBECHrJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/D_w4D-Xa3rk/s72-c/100_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6880666283253786057</id><published>2009-01-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:32:59.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 12- 100th Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXYXkuJI0LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/RrOivkXNDwA/s1600-h/100_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXYXkuJI0LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/RrOivkXNDwA/s320/100_0178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293444331649683634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 100th post. My husband went to his mother's house and I told him how nice it would be if he brought me back a surprise. So, in celebration of my 100th post, he brought me home some yummy cake. Okay, in reality I know he has no idea it is my 100th post - but it sounds great. I am a huge fan of surprises. When someone goes somewhere, if they [they being my husband or my sizzle or my mom or dad] bring me back a surprise I am overjoyed.  And by surprise I mean anything. Even if they found a rock that reminded them of me for a good reason, that would be awesome!  I also greatly like surprising other people.&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, this is my 100th post, I like surprises, and we have a 44th president. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6880666283253786057?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6880666283253786057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6880666283253786057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6880666283253786057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6880666283253786057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-12-100th-celebration.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 12- 100th Celebration'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXYXkuJI0LI/AAAAAAAAAjk/RrOivkXNDwA/s72-c/100_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-7249991525859357847</id><published>2009-01-19T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:05:13.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meatloaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 11- So bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXS8x5XnuJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/bS_UlQf1sMk/s1600-h/100_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXS8x5XnuJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/bS_UlQf1sMk/s320/100_0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293063027466680466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been WAY too cold to go anywhere here.  And it has been too cold in this apartment to even get out from under the cover. So not much to take pictures of.  But I did manage to make a delicious dinner.  I made Mexican style mini meat-loaves. They were very very good. At least Kevin was impressed.  I'm going to make Italian style mini meat-loves later this week.  They were very easy and very yummy. I recommend this quick and delicious dish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1 lb. extra lean ground beef, 1 pkg. (6 oz.) STOVE TOP Stuffing Mix and 1 cup water and mix &amp; match your recipe from these options...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seasoning option&lt;br /&gt;add-in choices&lt;br /&gt;cheese possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian Style&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Italian seasoning&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup spaghetti sauce&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup shredded mozzerella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican Style&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. chili powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup salsa&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup shredded mexican cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek Style&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp dried oregano leaves&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup chopped roasted red peppers&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup crumbled feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American style&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup barbecue sauce&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREHEAT oven to 375°F. Mix meat, stuffing mix, water and the seasoning until well blended. Press evenly into 12 medium muffin cups sprayed with cooking spray; make an indentation in center of each with back of spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOON add-ins evenly into indentations in meatloaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKE 30 min. or until meatloaves are cooked through (160°F). Top evenly with cheese; continue baking 5 min. or until cheese is melted. Let stand 10 min. before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-7249991525859357847?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7249991525859357847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=7249991525859357847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7249991525859357847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7249991525859357847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-11-so-bored.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 11- So bored'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXS8x5XnuJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/bS_UlQf1sMk/s72-c/100_0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-5950198553956777847</id><published>2009-01-18T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:46:37.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 10- Pizza! Pizza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXNb9X_ketI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QgWUAsjdilE/s1600-h/100_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXNb9X_ketI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QgWUAsjdilE/s320/100_0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292675097061259986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's picture was supposed to be picking up our Angelfood order and it being very awesome, but because of weather, it didn't come when it was supposed to, so we have to wait till Saturday to get it. I will talk all about Angelfood when we get it.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin &amp; I were hungry and knew we were going by Little Ceasars so we decided to stop in and get some $5 pizzas and hot wings. It was so very very good. I love cheap cheese pizza!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-5950198553956777847?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5950198553956777847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=5950198553956777847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5950198553956777847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5950198553956777847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-10-pizza-pizza.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 10- Pizza! Pizza!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXNb9X_ketI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QgWUAsjdilE/s72-c/100_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3013276312120407712</id><published>2009-01-17T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:22:36.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking lot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 9- It's a noisy day in the neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXIEr0QfiYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/44Qcip19AZc/s1600-h/100_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXIEr0QfiYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/44Qcip19AZc/s320/100_0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292297662922459522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view outside my living room window and bedroom. We live right above the parking lot. This is extremely annoying. All day long, car alarms go off, people honk, people are yelling.  The trash man comes here to this spot at like 7 in the morning and is SO loud. He always wakes Kevin &amp; I up. And people who come to pick someone up just sit in the parking lot and honk. And honk, and honk, and honk...oh it drives me insane. I'm pretty positive that an alarm was going off when I took this picture [that's what made me think of taking one...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3013276312120407712?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3013276312120407712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3013276312120407712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3013276312120407712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3013276312120407712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-9-its-noisy-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 9- It&apos;s a noisy day in the neighborhood'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXIEr0QfiYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/44Qcip19AZc/s72-c/100_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-8919129046658753689</id><published>2009-01-16T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:48:13.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paternity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mank'/><title type='text'>What a Mank</title><content type='html'>Mank = Male Skank. This is so crazy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;DAVID LEE ROTH - Paternity Insurance&lt;br /&gt;At the peak of his Van Halen days, Diamond Dave had a lot of ladies. So many, in fact, that Roth decided to shell out $10K a year on paternity insurance with Lloyds of London.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-8919129046658753689?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8919129046658753689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=8919129046658753689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8919129046658753689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8919129046658753689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-mank.html' title='What a Mank'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4058582925045284136</id><published>2009-01-16T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:42:50.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 8- Heat heat, what about the heat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXCbl4JC2EI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ozAZ_Qc1Rkw/s1600-h/100_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXCbl4JC2EI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ozAZ_Qc1Rkw/s320/100_0173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291900637188118594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you all can see it, my husband had no idea what I was talking about, but on my ring finger, on the bottom of my middle finger and on the bottom of my thumb are bruises. I have no idea where they came from, but they hurt! It is difficult to open things like bottles and such.  How did I get bruises on my fingers? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, our heat is not working. Our heat! It is 10 degrees outside! It is kind of ridiculous. We called housing and they said they'd come check it out - but I would like them to fix it. Kevin and I have on pants and hoodies and socks and we are just bundled up. In fact, writing at the computer is freezing my bruised fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4058582925045284136?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4058582925045284136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4058582925045284136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4058582925045284136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4058582925045284136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-8-heat-heat-what-about-heat.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 8- Heat heat, what about the heat?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SXCbl4JC2EI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ozAZ_Qc1Rkw/s72-c/100_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4219698501577378620</id><published>2009-01-15T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:44:10.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 7-Shannon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SW90985Iq-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/hIqzaj6OWKA/s1600-h/shannon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SW90985Iq-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/hIqzaj6OWKA/s320/shannon2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291576694850235362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SW904cAg9PI/AAAAAAAAAi0/6mIN9e9mcBQ/s1600-h/shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SW904cAg9PI/AAAAAAAAAi0/6mIN9e9mcBQ/s320/shannon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291576600123471090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Shannon came over last night - this is yesterday's picture.  I went and got her from the train station and we stopped at the liquor store on the way home. I cooked dinner and she got the tequila. I had never done tequila shots, so i was excited.  We started off with a couple shots, ate, did some shots during dinner and then we finished the whole bottle after that. I was a bit intoxicated. Hell, I was drunk. It was fun, at least I had fun I hope Shannon did. I made fajitas for dinner last night and they were DELICIOUS! I was proud of myself fo sho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4219698501577378620?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4219698501577378620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4219698501577378620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4219698501577378620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4219698501577378620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-7-shannon.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 7-Shannon!!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SW90985Iq-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/hIqzaj6OWKA/s72-c/shannon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1089806293400661355</id><published>2009-01-13T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:48:41.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 6 No babies just yet please, but if I was, I'd keep it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SW0KzrMQbRI/AAAAAAAAAis/-MuP9lbFQq4/s1600-h/100_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SW0KzrMQbRI/AAAAAAAAAis/-MuP9lbFQq4/s320/100_0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290897020113939730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks over due, I got my 3rd Depo shot. Depo is one of the few birth controls that I can take.  I'm not 100% sure that I am not pregnant, but the lady said to check in 2 weeks and that the shot wouldn't hurt the baby if I happened to be pregnant. She kept insinuating that I wouldn't want to keep the baby and offered the morning after pill a few times. I was getting annoyed. No, lady! If I am preggo, me &amp; my husband would love to keep the baby. I said that more than once. Oh, the picture. That's where I got the shot. There used to be a band aid on it, but I guess it fell off?  It hurts more than any other shot I've had and the area is sore [really sore] for a few days. I got it on my left arm because when we sleep, my right arm constantly gets bumped by Kevin and it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1089806293400661355?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1089806293400661355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1089806293400661355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1089806293400661355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1089806293400661355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-6-no-babies-just-yet-please-but.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 6 No babies just yet please, but if I was, I&apos;d keep it!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SW0KzrMQbRI/AAAAAAAAAis/-MuP9lbFQq4/s72-c/100_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6496000956916671018</id><published>2009-01-12T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:15:21.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary baby'/><title type='text'>We probably shouldn't have children...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11792375"&gt;This scares me alot...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6496000956916671018?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6496000956916671018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6496000956916671018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6496000956916671018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6496000956916671018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-probably-shouldnt-have-children.html' title='We probably shouldn&apos;t have children...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4739276403318549879</id><published>2009-01-12T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:50:34.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D* Day 5 Kara Jean's travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWvHkS20gXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PR13zgFfqXw/s1600-h/100_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWvHkS20gXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PR13zgFfqXw/s320/100_0169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290541613627769202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had to run some errands. Well, I mostly just needed to get a new toothbrush and was drawn in by Baskin Robins across the street. And then Kevin wanted some OJ from the store. Kevin ALWAYS wants Orange Juice. I am shocked that he hasn't turned into an orange or at least smell like oranges 24/7.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWvIHisUR9I/AAAAAAAAAic/PRmOOIDwWEI/s1600-h/100_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWvIHisUR9I/AAAAAAAAAic/PRmOOIDwWEI/s200/100_0170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290542219174102994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I went into Baskin Robin before I went to get the toothbrush. It was very very cold outside, but it is never too cold for ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWvIlBPnMtI/AAAAAAAAAik/Qgy-aZYL3b8/s1600-h/100_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWvIlBPnMtI/AAAAAAAAAik/Qgy-aZYL3b8/s200/100_0171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290542725591413458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I went to Walgreens. I enjoy going to Walgreens because we had them in St. Louis, so I have a better idea of the stuff they have.  Being familiar with a neighborhood store makes things a bit more comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4739276403318549879?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4739276403318549879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4739276403318549879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4739276403318549879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4739276403318549879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-5-kara-jeans-travels.html' title='P*A*D* Day 5 Kara Jean&apos;s travels'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWvHkS20gXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/PR13zgFfqXw/s72-c/100_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4649586480625994965</id><published>2009-01-12T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:46:08.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding rings'/><title type='text'>Why Wedding Rings Are Worn on the Fourth Finger</title><content type='html'>Why Wedding Rings Are Worn on the Fourth Finger&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why should the wedding ring be worn on the fourth finger?&lt;br /&gt;There is a beautiful and convincing explanation given by the Chinese.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumb represents your Parents&lt;br /&gt;Second (Index) finger represents your Siblings&lt;br /&gt;Middle finger represents your-Self&lt;br /&gt;Fourth (Ring) finger represents your L ife Partner&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the Last (Little) finger represents your children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, open your palms (face to face), bend the middle fingers and hold them together - back to back. Secondly, open and hold the remaining three fingers and the thumb - tip to tip&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, try to separate your thumbs (representing the parents)..., they will open, because your parents are not destined to live with you lifelong, and have to leave you sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join your thumbs as before and separate your Index fingers (representing siblings)... ., they will also open, because your brothers and sisters will have their own families and will have to lead their own separate lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now join the Index fingers and separate your Little fingers (representing your children)... ., they will open too, because the children also will get married and settle down on their own some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, join your Little fingers, and try to separate your Ring fingers (representing your spouse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be surprised to see that you just CANNOT....., because Husband &amp; Wife have to remain together all their lives - through thick and thin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4649586480625994965?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4649586480625994965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4649586480625994965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4649586480625994965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4649586480625994965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-wedding-rings-are-worn-on-fourth.html' title='Why Wedding Rings Are Worn on the Fourth Finger'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1272990760125067846</id><published>2009-01-11T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:14:30.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Me? Chef? Why yes, I think I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWqmEh65MbI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4nAQyVn2IzI/s1600-h/100_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWqmEh65MbI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4nAQyVn2IzI/s320/100_0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290223309055144370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making this occurred to me in my dreams last night, so I had to make it tonight.  It is chocolate pound cake on bottom with homemade whipped cream on that. Then some sweetened strawberries and then a slice of vanilla pound cake. Then on top of all that is homemade chocolate whipped cream. This was so wonderfully delicious! I a, also quite sure I gained 5 pounds just making it.  Yum yum though. We had the pound cakes laying around cause they are 99 cents over at C-Town and the chocolate one is extra good with Fluff on it. Fluff is the best stuff ever made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's dessert on the left toppled over. It was his because I didn't want the one that fell over. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1272990760125067846?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1272990760125067846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1272990760125067846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1272990760125067846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1272990760125067846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-chef-why-yes-i-think-i-am.html' title='Me? Chef? Why yes, I think I am.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWqmEh65MbI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4nAQyVn2IzI/s72-c/100_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1750418172623799681</id><published>2009-01-11T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:54:16.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 4 Movie Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWp1ST2RwUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rJauODmSSLI/s1600-h/100_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWp1ST2RwUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rJauODmSSLI/s400/100_0167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290169669726093634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have a lot of movies. Kevin likes to call it his DVD collection. It is not that he watches all of these movies. A lot of times he just buys the movie just to have it in his collection.  I added my 8 movies into his collection upon marriage, including the 1st 3 seasons of "Aquateen Hunger Force" - one of the funniest adult cartoons ever.  Every few weeks we'll have a "Movie Week" where we will take turns each night where one of us will pick a movie and the other has to watch it without complaining or gripes.  The only time we didn't finish a movie is the night I tried to make Kevin watch Saw. He does not like scary movies and got freaked the first 12 minutes into the movie. So I was nice and let him stop the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My picks:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatch&lt;br /&gt;Anchorman&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;Some Aquateen Hunger Force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;His Picks:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgiven&lt;br /&gt;Bum Fights&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Number Slevin&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weeks that we do this have been quite fun.  It's my turn tonight, and I think I want to watch Horton Hears A Who...maybe. I'm not sure what  will pick. I need to buy Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels for him to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any good movie ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1750418172623799681?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1750418172623799681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1750418172623799681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1750418172623799681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1750418172623799681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-4-movie-rules.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 4 Movie Rules'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWp1ST2RwUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rJauODmSSLI/s72-c/100_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-244998561117659138</id><published>2009-01-10T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:10:08.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids&apos; games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 3 Laundry Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWkaS9E0ITI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qT_Ym57nRX8/s1600-h/laundry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWkaS9E0ITI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qT_Ym57nRX8/s320/laundry2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289788150258082098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no towels left. So today, I got to do laundry! Yay? When I do laundry I get very bored. I would just sit there and watch T.V., except it is usually on the Spanish channel and I don't speak Spanish. So, I've started bringing my GIANT book of sudoku my sis gave me last year. I like doing Sudoku and it makes the time by really fast. Most of the huge book is filled up. I really like playing Sudoku. Kevin went to his JiuJitsu class today and brought his outfit down to be washed and dried before his next class. The towels were drying and we started to get bored so we started thinking up games to play to pass the time &amp; so Kevin wouldn't leave me all alone in the laundry mat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWkcKT55sKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/bmDyrUeK0jA/s1600-h/laundry3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWkcKT55sKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/bmDyrUeK0jA/s320/laundry3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289790200790757538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWkccGYMrGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hjONJqYIxlA/s1600-h/laundry4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWkccGYMrGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hjONJqYIxlA/s320/laundry4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289790506397379682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we played the dollah dollah bill game.  One person thinks of a number, 1-10 and the other person tries to guess what it is.  If they guess wrong, the roles are switched. BUT, if they guess right, they are owed a dollar. It takes a certain amount of trust in the other person that they won't switch the number if you are right and I don't think anyone has paid up since me &amp; my sizzle made the game up.&lt;br /&gt;After that [Kevin quit when he was $3 ahead so he didn't wind up a loser] we played slaps, but Kevin slaps WAYY too hard! My hand looked like someone gave it a rasberry and it hurt.  Then we went on to THUMB WRESTLING! And I won!! And, as you can see from the picture, Kevin LOOOSSSTT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-244998561117659138?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/244998561117659138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=244998561117659138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/244998561117659138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/244998561117659138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-3-laundry-day.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 3 Laundry Day.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWkaS9E0ITI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qT_Ym57nRX8/s72-c/laundry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-8521947327951010446</id><published>2009-01-09T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:16:57.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Bagel Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgDTPggjgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9_a7ZVLI3lM/s1600-h/100_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgDTPggjgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9_a7ZVLI3lM/s320/100_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289481391461928450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgDp2zGc9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/1YW3dm6WelI/s1600-h/100_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgDp2zGc9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/1YW3dm6WelI/s320/100_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289481779966014418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgDzl748bI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TBNouk0LqZE/s1600-h/100_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgDzl748bI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TBNouk0LqZE/s320/100_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289481947238166962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mornings, I usually make Kevin a bagel for breakfast because I like him to eat breakfast and he's usually too busy to think of that stuff. And cause I love him the most. So this morning was no different! After I got done putting the butter &amp; cream cheeses on the blueberry bagel, it just looked so very good. So, I took a bite.  I walked back to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey! I don't know what kind of people make these bagels, but this one has a huge bite taken out of it. That's so weird!" I exclaimed as I walked in. Kevin turned around and looked at me with this disgusted look on his face. I figured he would just know I took the bite. He thought I was serious. Even after he looked at the bagel. It was so funny. Why would I make and bring him a bagel with a bite taken out of it?? Very funny morning.  Have any of you played silly jokes on your significant others or even anyone in your families?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Side Note**I bought my plane ticket for my 2.3 week trip to STL. FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-8521947327951010446?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8521947327951010446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=8521947327951010446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8521947327951010446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8521947327951010446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/bagel-joke.html' title='The Bagel Joke'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgDTPggjgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9_a7ZVLI3lM/s72-c/100_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6884008963714650263</id><published>2009-01-09T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:08:06.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 2 Food, Glorious Food!</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure what made me think of taking a picture of this, but today's picture(s) are of most of the food I've eaten today. Well, at least breakfast and lunch, cause then I left the house and went to Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWf_kuzJ2WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SDtaZ2na5cU/s1600-h/100_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWf_kuzJ2WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SDtaZ2na5cU/s320/100_0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289477293872896354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is my breakfast. A chocolate chip muffin and coffee in my favorite coffee mug. Speaking of &lt;a href="http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/coffee.html"&gt;coffee&lt;/a&gt;, I have not made one bad pot of coffee since living here! I'm so proud of myself.  I have started to make more and more coffee and drink it all. About 6 cups a day. I asked my mom if that was too much. She said it shouldn't be too bad.  I drink it hot in the a.m. and then leave the leftovers to get cool and put it over ice and make my self an iced coffee. DELICIOUS! I don't need no stinking Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgBQY0j_yI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lKguUIq7ZsE/s1600-h/100_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgBQY0j_yI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lKguUIq7ZsE/s320/100_0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289479143399096098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best coffee EVER!!  My mom says that coffee in a bag almost always tastes batter than canned coffee.  This stuff is oh so wonderful.  It makes me want to go get some whole beans and grind them myself just to see what that tastes like. I just know that I will never be able to go back to canned crap again, I have been spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I made lunch for Kevin. We had some ground beef, so I decided to make him sloppy joes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgCNqOH2SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yyXcDdg40Pg/s1600-h/100_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWgCNqOH2SI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yyXcDdg40Pg/s320/100_0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289480196041726242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I accidently put in too much brown sugar, so it kinda tasted like candied beef. Weird, but it still tasted pretty good.  I took pictures of all the makings of my sloppy joes, but that's too much work to post all that junk, and it isn't that big of a deal. If you need a good sloppy joe recipe, let me know, I will share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6884008963714650263?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6884008963714650263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6884008963714650263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6884008963714650263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6884008963714650263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-2-food-glorious-food.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 2 Food, Glorious Food!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWf_kuzJ2WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SDtaZ2na5cU/s72-c/100_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-5056857082107111281</id><published>2009-01-09T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:43:20.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A GREAT RECIPE'/><title type='text'>Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.</title><content type='html'>A GREAT RECIPE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day.  And while you walk, smile.  It is the ultimate anti-depressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.  Talk to God about&lt;br /&gt;what is going on in your life.  Buy a lock if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement, 'My&lt;br /&gt;purpose is to __________ today.  I am thankful for______________'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is&lt;br /&gt;manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drink green tea and plenty of water.  Eat blueberries, wild Alaskan&lt;br /&gt;salmon, broccoli , almonds &amp; walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, energy vampires, issues of&lt;br /&gt;the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control.  Instead invest&lt;br /&gt;your energy in the positive present moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a&lt;br /&gt;college kid with a maxed out charge card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't take yourself so seriously.  No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  You are not so important that you have to win every argument.  Agree&lt;br /&gt;to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't compare your life to others.  You have no idea what their&lt;br /&gt;journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Frame every so-called disaster with these words:  'In five years, will&lt;br /&gt;this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. GOD heals everything  - but you have to ask Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick.  Your friends will.&lt;br /&gt;Stay in touch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Envy is a waste of time.  You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Each night before you go to bed complete the following statements: I&lt;br /&gt;am thankful for __________.  Today I accomplished _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When you are feeling down, start listing your many blessings.  You'll&lt;br /&gt;be smiling before you know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-5056857082107111281?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5056857082107111281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=5056857082107111281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5056857082107111281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5056857082107111281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-that-you-are-too-blessed-to-be.html' title='Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1935609884286363308</id><published>2009-01-08T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:28:25.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Change is good</title><content type='html'>I changed up the layout of my blog. Also changed the quotations, profile info &amp; picture, and just did some random cleaning up. I think it looks pretty nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1935609884286363308?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1935609884286363308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1935609884286363308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1935609884286363308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1935609884286363308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4783316552361853830</id><published>2009-01-08T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:54:14.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P*A*D'/><title type='text'>P*A*D*-Day 1! Fuzzy Pink Goodness</title><content type='html'>So today is the first day of my attempt to capture a picture a day of the boring life I live. I was supposed to get my new slippers yesterday, but they came after 7 while I was in the shower [BOO!] and they said they would have to try and deliver them again today. So I have been sitting around ALL day waiting for them to deliver my new slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the guy that I was very excited about my delivery, could I take a picture real quick. It was too dark to see, but I am sure he rolled his eyes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWaSM6eqlKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ZXBdC5yND6w/s1600-h/100_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWaSM6eqlKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ZXBdC5yND6w/s320/100_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289075562947187874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thanked him, ran inside and ripped open the box and put them on!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWaTQQuluTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OwPfFFDCOy0/s1600-h/100_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWaTQQuluTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OwPfFFDCOy0/s320/100_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289076719970793778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I love them! And now my toes are warm &amp; cute. Perfect. They are the Pink Samantha Scuff slippers from payless.com! On sale for $9.99 which makes them much more awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4783316552361853830?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4783316552361853830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4783316552361853830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4783316552361853830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4783316552361853830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pad-day-1-fuzzy-pink-goodness.html' title='P*A*D*-Day 1! Fuzzy Pink Goodness'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SWaSM6eqlKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ZXBdC5yND6w/s72-c/100_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1981470730147591159</id><published>2009-01-07T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:49:42.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture A Day'/><title type='text'>We Shall See</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://intbride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Introverted Wife&lt;/a&gt; and for lack of anything of substance to write about after the wedding, I'm going to start posting pictures. Hopefully one a day, at least that's what I will be shooting for. I'm just concerned because my day to day life is actually quite B-O-R-I-N-G! Well, we shall see!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1981470730147591159?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1981470730147591159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1981470730147591159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1981470730147591159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1981470730147591159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-shall-see.html' title='We Shall See'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-7556473210083537228</id><published>2008-12-25T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:21:04.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-7556473210083537228?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7556473210083537228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=7556473210083537228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7556473210083537228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7556473210083537228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1638294057970730083</id><published>2008-12-22T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:54:39.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas tree'/><title type='text'>O Tannanbaum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SVBflSQAq-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/P2gaOtZNrTI/s1600-h/100_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SVBflSQAq-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/P2gaOtZNrTI/s400/100_0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282827457064381410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our first tree together! That was a fun experience. Kevin &amp; I don't really know too much about buying a real Christmas tree, but his sister (who took us) is an expert. She scared the Canadian tree salesman. He was really nice. So we got him down from $45 to $35 and he gave us a free wreath because it was my birthday. He was a nice guy and told me he appreciated me saying please and thank-you cause not many people say it during the holidays. So Kevin and I decorated it yestaerday and I just loooove it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1638294057970730083?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1638294057970730083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1638294057970730083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1638294057970730083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1638294057970730083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-tannanbaum.html' title='O Tannanbaum'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SVBflSQAq-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/P2gaOtZNrTI/s72-c/100_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-7927022391261606082</id><published>2008-12-20T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:09:54.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to MEEEE!!!!!! Oh, and to Grandma Love &amp; Isis. But mostly MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-7927022391261606082?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7927022391261606082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=7927022391261606082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7927022391261606082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7927022391261606082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-7416253189651665157</id><published>2008-12-17T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:00:06.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy surprise'/><title type='text'>I was so surprised!</title><content type='html'>My mom has been planning to come visit me the Monday after Christmas for a while now.On Tuesday, Kevin kept saying that his friend was coming over, then he'd have to go pick him up and then he had to go to work and he wasn't coming and blah blah blah. And for whatever reason, on Tuesday I just felt really sad, very lonely and just ick.  I really didn't want Kevin to go to work, but we all know he has to. So he left and I'm being all sad on the couch - half sleeping.  About 2 hours later he comes home and comes in, me surprised and very happy to see him so soon!  I give him a big hug and kiss, and we go out to the living room to pick up a bit. Then I hear a knock on the door. I raised an eyebrow at Kevin and whispered for him to go answer the door, We weren't expecting anyone. "No, you're closer!" He said in a typical Kevin response. So I sigh and walk to the door and yell, "Who is it?" &lt;br /&gt;"Open the door"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but who is it?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm getting real tired of standing out here! Open the door!"&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I recognized that voice. My mouth fell as I ran to the door. I fumbled and couldn't get the locks unlocked. I swung open the door.&lt;br /&gt;"MOMMY!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;My mommy came to visit me early for my birthday!!!! I had NO idea! I was completely shocked. Everyone knew except me. That was the best surprise ever!  She'll be here till Sunday! I'm so happy my mommy is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-7416253189651665157?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7416253189651665157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=7416253189651665157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7416253189651665157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7416253189651665157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-so-surprised.html' title='I was so surprised!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-297888752821660116</id><published>2008-12-08T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:45:47.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/STmsa8iWnBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QCwd0hc3aMs/s320/december_03.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276438017368038418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's December!! December is my very favorite month for a few very good reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. My birthday is this month! 12-20 baby!! I share my birthday with my new sister-in-law and my great-grandmother who is turning &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;97&lt;/span&gt; this year!  My birthday is very special because I'm pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It has cold weather. I'm a cold freak.  I'm usually hot and never get cool enough. I make Kevin open the windows at night and I have them open all day. I love dressing up in cute hats and scarves and gloves an cute winter clothes. I love the cold. I'd rather wrap up in a blanket from being cold then strip to nothing cause I'm too hot. I used to want to live in Alaska for realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot apple cider. YUMMMM Since It's close to a bunch of seasons, it just feels right drinking warm apple cider in December. So far, I've made about 10 crock pots of hot apple cider. I am addicted.  I add some cinnamon  sticks, a few apple slices, a few orange slices and OMG, it is so good. In fact, I have a batch heating up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas. Duh! I love the decorations, the smells, the lights, the music, just everything about Christmas. Everyone usually seems in a better mood (usually). Cute, good movies come on TV all the time.  Christmas baking is usually the best. I love Christmas cookies, and making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This December my mommy is coming to visit me for a week!!!! YAYYYY!!!!!!! I really do miss my family.  I wish she was bringing my dad, sizzle, and the kids, but seeing my mom will be really cool. She can see how cute my apartment is and how clean I keep it!  I really want to get her some take out from this Italian place me &amp; Kevin love. I know she'll like their mozzerella sticks and they have the best marinara sauce. The Monday after Christmas! Yay!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is going to be a fun month. Oh yeah, and at the end of the month is New Years. What a fun month!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2879025325043705245?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2879025325043705245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2879025325043705245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2879025325043705245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2879025325043705245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/STmsa8iWnBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/QCwd0hc3aMs/s72-c/december_03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-9214379964022374682</id><published>2008-12-01T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:24:24.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><title type='text'>Thankswhat?</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was great! All the food was delicious. I had a great time. Kevin says I looked sad sometimes and I was a lil - this is the first Thanksgiving I've celebrated without my mom &amp; dad and sizzle. Kinda sad. But I had a whole new family to share it with and that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin called on Friday, inquiring about more delicious turkey.  They ate it all! No more turkey!?!? So what did superwife do? I ran to the grocery store, picked up a turkey, stuffing fixings, &amp; other odds &amp; ends and I made our own turkey. Nope, I had never made one before. I watch food network ALL the time, so how hard could it be, right? Right...  I made a 14 pound turkey that turned out moist and yummmmy. I made some of the best stuffing I've ever had, and I made homemade cranberry sauce.  That week on the food network, I kept seeing this "Thanksgiving sandwich" and I've been dying to try one ever since. Luckily I made all the right things.  I ate 3 of those yummy sandwiches.  For those of you wondering, this is a "Thanksgiving sandwich":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. 2 pieces of whatever bread&lt;br /&gt;2. turkey&lt;br /&gt;3. stuffing&lt;br /&gt;4. cranberry sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pile all together one on top of the other, smush together and eat!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just as delicious as it looked. And now we have a whole turkey sitting in the fridge for our enjoyment.  We do need some more pie, though. My apple pie turned out WONDERFUL. I make really good homemade pie crust, which surprises even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for turkey leftover recipes...hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-9214379964022374682?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9214379964022374682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=9214379964022374682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/9214379964022374682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/9214379964022374682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankswhat.html' title='Thankswhat?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1045066764099009602</id><published>2008-11-27T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:48:38.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1045066764099009602?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1045066764099009602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1045066764099009602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1045066764099009602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1045066764099009602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4995283034228303258</id><published>2008-11-23T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:16:20.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cake man today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4995283034228303258?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4995283034228303258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4995283034228303258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4995283034228303258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4995283034228303258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/cake-man-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3514596000487232349</id><published>2008-11-20T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:59:29.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU092iX3iI/AAAAAAAAAfA/RfWZGkEkxQ8/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU092iX3iI/AAAAAAAAAfA/RfWZGkEkxQ8/s200/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270677176123383330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU05g-ngSI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KzHaPwjaq0Y/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU05g-ngSI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KzHaPwjaq0Y/s200/Photo+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270677101616791842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU0mNq6tNI/AAAAAAAAAew/d1Na8yLX2Rs/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU0mNq6tNI/AAAAAAAAAew/d1Na8yLX2Rs/s200/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270676770016376018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU0iSAIcUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/yN_XA2B_6og/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU0iSAIcUI/AAAAAAAAAeo/yN_XA2B_6og/s200/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270676702459621698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU0ey6mS1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/mdykTDWOVjU/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU0ey6mS1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/mdykTDWOVjU/s200/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270676642575305554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU0ZUq2A7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/74EBd8TLLl0/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU0ZUq2A7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/74EBd8TLLl0/s200/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270676548556817330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the things I acquired when I got married was shared use os a Mac. I was excited cause a Mac is what I firt used in elementary school and my dd had a R E A LL Y old apple...like 83 or something. And these are WAY cool. Look at my pictures I took: (warning; I am slightly weird sometimes...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3514596000487232349?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3514596000487232349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3514596000487232349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3514596000487232349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3514596000487232349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/ooh-fun.html' title='Ooh Fun'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SSU092iX3iI/AAAAAAAAAfA/RfWZGkEkxQ8/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6107078874323513488</id><published>2008-11-18T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:44:14.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and such</title><content type='html'>Oh boy is my fat butt excited about Thanksgiving! Not only is it Kevin &amp; I's first Thanksgiving, we are having it at his mother's house, and not ours (I don't think I'm ready for that just yet...). I'm bringing some of my families traditional dishes because his family makes nothing I have ever had at Thanksgiving. Oh but it all sounds soooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am making:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Corn/cornbread casserole&lt;br /&gt;green bean casserole&lt;br /&gt;sweet potatoes with marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;reg. mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;apple pie&lt;br /&gt;my famous delicious pumpkin roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I remember that his fam is making:&lt;br /&gt;turkey&lt;br /&gt;ham&lt;br /&gt;pork roast&lt;br /&gt;greens (I've never had these so i am excited)&lt;br /&gt;mac &amp; cheese (I LOVE mac &amp; cheese)&lt;br /&gt;sweet potatoes&lt;br /&gt;potato salad&lt;br /&gt;sweet potatoe pie (very excited about this after my trying to impress Kevin last Christmas sweet potato pie...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMMMMMMM I'm excited. And we're all going to play some games at Thanksgiving. Charades and Poquino. Anything else fun anyone can think of to play???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6107078874323513488?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6107078874323513488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6107078874323513488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6107078874323513488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6107078874323513488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-and-such.html' title='Thanksgiving and such'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-8719798379755230239</id><published>2008-11-13T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:40:33.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='union square'/><title type='text'>Union Square</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week I went to Union Square after eating lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.penelopenyc.com/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;delightful place.  Union Square was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cool. They had a farmer's market thing y up. Awesome. I got some apples to make applesauce. I got some fresh brussel sprouts.  I love brussel sprouts. I also got some fresh rosemary. Have you ever smelled fresh rosemary?? That stuff smells so good! I wanna put a little bit in a vase cause it smells crazy good. Oh and I passed by this booth with hot apple cider and got a cup then a quart for at home. I loooooovvvvveee hot apple cider. It is so good. So, Union Square was one of the coolest things I've done so far here. Quite neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-8719798379755230239?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8719798379755230239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=8719798379755230239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8719798379755230239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8719798379755230239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/union-square.html' title='Union Square'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4338138355953846690</id><published>2008-10-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:04:03.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>My Recent Drunk &amp; Sober Events</title><content type='html'>So sorry for not really updating especially when I;m bored A L O T.  This past Monday I went out with my old high school friend &lt;a href="http://sinannstraille.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;. We went to a bar in Spanish Harlem. They had some sangria. Some very delicious sangria. I didn't realize how much I had to drink till we were getting ready to leave and I stood up for the first time since we had sat down. And then, not until I was on the train did I really realize how really drunk I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kevin got into a big fight so I ended up sad drunk instead of fun happy drunk.  Drunk and riding the subway are not a good combo. BUT, I had an awesome time catching up with Shannon and hope her working ass can do it again soon. She's my new best friend. Hahahahaha...I'm so lonely. Ok not really but I really did have a good time. And I made it safely home at night, by myself, and drunk. So I rock. Note: Drunk dialing your mom and mom-in-law is NOT a good idea, they will make fun of you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting yesterday, my jaw/teeth have been a wreck. My mouth hurts sooooooooooooo bad. I know it's cause I need the root of my back tooth pulled. Kevin says we can afford it next week. So Ibuprofen and Tylenol are on a good schedule here. And liquid orajel when those aren't completely workig.  I take deep breaths and suck it up, lay down, and put ice on it. When I'm freaking out too much over it I take my anxiety medicine, then I go nite nite a lot easier. Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4338138355953846690?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4338138355953846690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4338138355953846690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4338138355953846690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4338138355953846690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-recent-drunk-sober-events.html' title='My Recent Drunk &amp; Sober Events'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-8636905644898511045</id><published>2008-10-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:00:36.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://karacakes.fluff-friends.com"&gt;Spanx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-8636905644898511045?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8636905644898511045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=8636905644898511045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8636905644898511045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8636905644898511045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-bored.html' title='I&apos;ve been bored'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4974747509431315359</id><published>2008-10-02T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:47:34.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Recipe</title><content type='html'>I made this for supper last night and it was really good. I made a few changes. Instead of celery I used onion and at the end I put in 2 cups of rice to cook up in the broth. Very good! Oh and I didn't use the crackers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spicey Sausage and Pepper Stew&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 lb. (12 oz.) reduced fat hot Italian sausage, cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices&lt;br /&gt;1 medium  green pepper, chopped (about 1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 stalk celery, sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp.  flour&lt;br /&gt;1 can (14 oz.) reduced sodium beef broth&lt;br /&gt;2 cans  (14-1/2 oz. each) no-salt-added diced tomatoes, undrained&lt;br /&gt;2 cans (15-1/2 oz. each) kidney beans, drained, rinsed&lt;br /&gt;45   PREMIUM Unsalted Tops Saltine Crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOK sausage, pepper and celery in large saucepan on medium-high heat 8 to 10 minutes or until sausage is no longer pink, stirring frequently; drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADD flour; cook and stir 1 minute. Stir in broth, tomatoes with their liquid and beans. Bring to boil; reduce heat to low. Cover; simmer 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERVE with crackers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4974747509431315359?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4974747509431315359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4974747509431315359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4974747509431315359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4974747509431315359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/recipie.html' title='Recipe'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2534442570646743327</id><published>2008-09-29T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:55:46.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny truck'/><title type='text'>Harry's House of Weiners?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SOGwzcbROuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/N100Q6DhZlI/s1600-h/100_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SOGwzcbROuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/N100Q6DhZlI/s400/100_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251673038341094114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's name is Harry. So when we saw this truck, much laughter ensued and I HAD to get a picture. In case you can't really see, under that hot dog it says "Harry's House of Weiners." Priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2534442570646743327?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2534442570646743327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2534442570646743327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2534442570646743327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2534442570646743327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/harrys-house-of-weiners.html' title='Harry&apos;s House of Weiners?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SOGwzcbROuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/N100Q6DhZlI/s72-c/100_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2108615823801009667</id><published>2008-09-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:49:28.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNrDCRu4xOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XH6JsI7Ste0/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNrDCRu4xOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XH6JsI7Ste0/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249722759540950242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in my very own house has changed me. Completely. For those of you who knew me in my pre-my-own-house stage, I was a messy person. Quite messy actually. I have morphed into my mother and sister upon stepping foot in the door and arranging all the furniture.  I clean everyday. I do dishes at least twice a day. I make the bed every morning.  I barely recognize my self after a wonderful cleaning session. What have I become? I used to make fun of my mom for over cleaning when company was going to come over, but when I found out yesterday afternoon that Kevin's friend might be coming over...at first I was upset that he didn't tell me earlier and give me enough time to clean well, then I spent all afternoon cleaning. Kitchen, bathroom, living room, mopping, vacuuming, dusting, the works. I felt great when I lit the candles and sat back on my couch with a clean, great-smelling apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it here!! I've been on the subway and the bus all by myself and I didn't get lost!!! I am very proud of my self. I went to Times Square and had a piece of cheescake from Junior's (the best).  I even brought Kevin home a piece, I'm a great wife. I've cooked every night, except one when me and Kevin went out. I love walking to the grocery store in like 4 seconds instead of a 30 minute car ride. Everything I need is here where I live and takes barely any effort to walk to. It's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2108615823801009667?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2108615823801009667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2108615823801009667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2108615823801009667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2108615823801009667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNrDCRu4xOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XH6JsI7Ste0/s72-c/DSC00906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3778531329575379971</id><published>2008-09-16T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:08:00.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Some more pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA8PaMUM0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Hs02f1jYBdM/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA8PaMUM0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Hs02f1jYBdM/s320/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759801313309506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA8Gh5arTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dz0S8JmqVp8/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA8Gh5arTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dz0S8JmqVp8/s320/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759648762703154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA7uOw8UjI/AAAAAAAAAco/mo1gsRwqgw0/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA7uOw8UjI/AAAAAAAAAco/mo1gsRwqgw0/s320/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759231310025266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA7isKYxxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CppF8PCPCxQ/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA7isKYxxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CppF8PCPCxQ/s320/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759033042945810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA7XSzgtuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/8Y0StlTiQak/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA7XSzgtuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/8Y0StlTiQak/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246758837257549538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA7JBgY55I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rmIryOowy6Q/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA7JBgY55I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rmIryOowy6Q/s320/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246758592095774610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6_dFwfVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jle5wNxtUSA/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6_dFwfVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jle5wNxtUSA/s320/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246758427701574994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA60RFLnrI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sR1mCf0wNgo/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA60RFLnrI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sR1mCf0wNgo/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246758235499372210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6oZykXkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/whVMin8qbQs/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6oZykXkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/whVMin8qbQs/s320/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246758031678791234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6cm1t2mI/AAAAAAAAAbw/29-C92o_jJQ/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6cm1t2mI/AAAAAAAAAbw/29-C92o_jJQ/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246757829023226466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6ScEHA_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/QcwQYQSKYUU/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6ScEHA_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/QcwQYQSKYUU/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246757654332113906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6IxfgYSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Bf4lGwesku8/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6IxfgYSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Bf4lGwesku8/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246757488285475106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6AsR-0AI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MVeLt4C0mrw/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA6AsR-0AI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MVeLt4C0mrw/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246757349447618562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA54LuRPmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b9n-pZ8FOss/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA54LuRPmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b9n-pZ8FOss/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246757203268943458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt did a GREAT job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3778531329575379971?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3778531329575379971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3778531329575379971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3778531329575379971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3778531329575379971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-more-pictures.html' title='Some more pictures'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SNA8PaMUM0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/Hs02f1jYBdM/s72-c/DSC00984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4513965252020909324</id><published>2008-09-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:50:28.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SMryIbIod3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/zL_RA7O2j8c/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SMryIbIod3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/zL_RA7O2j8c/s400/of%3D50,332,442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245270942563202930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a short update. I'm almost all moved into our apartment and settled. Here's one of hundreds of pictures there is much much more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4513965252020909324?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4513965252020909324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4513965252020909324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4513965252020909324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4513965252020909324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-married.html' title='I&apos;m married'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SMryIbIod3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/zL_RA7O2j8c/s72-c/of%3D50,332,442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2380740283219936378</id><published>2008-09-06T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:35:48.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wedding'/><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!! TODAY IS THE DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2380740283219936378?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2380740283219936378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2380740283219936378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2380740283219936378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2380740283219936378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1059302168168380866</id><published>2008-09-04T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:22:14.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>Look at the cute penguins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SL-1iP8rXII/AAAAAAAAAbA/FNFcBvZ5nkc/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SL-1iP8rXII/AAAAAAAAAbA/FNFcBvZ5nkc/s400/2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242108091283758210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. It's almost here and I'm almost gone. I just really want the sad moving stuff to be over.  BUT! My WEDDING is almost HERE!!! I've been planning for a year!!! I remember when my count was at 267. now it's at 2. People have said the time would just fly by. No. These have been the S L O W E S T 2 months of my life. This last week since Kevin got here hasn't been too bad, as I predicted, but other than that time has just dragged on. Ugh. BUT I'M ALMOST A MRS.!! And I will post pictures of stuff when I'm done.  My dress hasn't been posted yet cause Kevin reads this sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1059302168168380866?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1059302168168380866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1059302168168380866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1059302168168380866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1059302168168380866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-countdown.html' title='Look at the cute penguins'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SL-1iP8rXII/AAAAAAAAAbA/FNFcBvZ5nkc/s72-c/2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2732499614173884942</id><published>2008-09-01T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:57:59.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>T-minus 5 and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLwPAOMBwOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8L-8ke7S6gE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLwPAOMBwOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8L-8ke7S6gE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241080562835374306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....it is this week! We got everything we need, i just have to put candy in bags for the kids' table. I think Imma do that now. 5 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLwQtvkej0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gXP3hLDlKWE/s1600-h/september_03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLwQtvkej0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gXP3hLDlKWE/s200/september_03.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241082444402036546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yes, and a very happy September to you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2732499614173884942?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2732499614173884942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2732499614173884942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2732499614173884942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2732499614173884942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/so.html' title='T-minus 5 and counting'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLwPAOMBwOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8L-8ke7S6gE/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6383057363094102236</id><published>2008-08-28T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:39:34.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLdhYSxVyKI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ljxy4Iyk7i0/s1600-h/8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLdhYSxVyKI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ljxy4Iyk7i0/s320/8.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239763761452402850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days! And Kevin is coming tomorrow morning!! YAY!!! I'm so ready just to hold him in my arms. Sorry about the lack of real updates. It has just dawned on me that I have a wedding in a week, so things have been a little...rushed. Kind of. I still cannot beleive that I'm getting married OR moving to New York City. I'm pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6383057363094102236?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6383057363094102236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6383057363094102236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6383057363094102236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6383057363094102236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLdhYSxVyKI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ljxy4Iyk7i0/s72-c/8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1439060068944369454</id><published>2008-08-25T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:53:18.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Bridal Luncheon and MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLJvjYsE4BI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vb1AGRUhUKg/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLJvjYsE4BI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vb1AGRUhUKg/s320/new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238371970298732562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my boquet! My wonderful Aunt Jodi made it. I LOVE it. The bridesmaids are smaller and wil look wonderful up next to the navy/dark blue. So...the Friday before the luncheon my aunt is throwing me a bridal luncheon. Woo hoo! And I have a GREAT idea, considering there will be about 7 little girls there. This company will let you have a Disney Princess of your choice show up to an event and wish you whatever, crown you princess and give you a dozen roses and do pictures. So I thought that would be AWESOME if Cinderella showed up at the Luncheon!  All the girls would pee their pants. I'm uber excited. And I get roses and a crown...shiiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLJxlUx-pfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C0RcPItXb3k/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLJxlUx-pfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C0RcPItXb3k/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238374202632742386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin will be here on Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited!! Then the wedding is almost here!! I'm almost married! I'm almost in NYC!! Oh my!! We met with the caterer and everything looks and sound GREAT so far!! Yay!! I'm just ready to be done with this! :) Oh and is you can't see that 12 to the left, sorry, you're color blind. I think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1439060068944369454?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1439060068944369454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1439060068944369454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1439060068944369454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1439060068944369454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/bridal-luncheon-and-more.html' title='Bridal Luncheon and MORE!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SLJvjYsE4BI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vb1AGRUhUKg/s72-c/new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6776078351919047511</id><published>2008-08-20T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:45:13.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dryer'/><title type='text'>Ugh! Be Quiet!</title><content type='html'>Everything in my house seems to be breaking. My mom's car needs a whole new engine. My mom and dad's computer might be broken.  AND...the most annoying thing has happened to the dryer.  It still dries and stuff but about every 2 minutes a horrible and loud screetching noise emits from the dryer. It is the worst. I have a horrible headache because of it. It's doing it right now in fact. I think my brain is melting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6776078351919047511?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6776078351919047511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6776078351919047511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6776078351919047511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6776078351919047511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh-be-quiet.html' title='Ugh! Be Quiet!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1809673789857447554</id><published>2008-08-18T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:46:27.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sizzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SKluXzL24LI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fY_ki6841ZU/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SKluXzL24LI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fY_ki6841ZU/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235837396950900914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is right folks...19 days left! I'm back from getting my dress altered. It looks WONDERFUL!!! I love my dress SOO much.  The 5 hour drive there &amp; back was quite fun. A last major road trip (not including the one helping me move to NYC) before I move.  I love my mommy. I got some books for my niece and nephew and an awesome present for my sizzle. I'll write more when I get home tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1809673789857447554?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1809673789857447554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1809673789857447554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1809673789857447554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1809673789857447554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SKluXzL24LI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fY_ki6841ZU/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1212061131228100451</id><published>2008-08-15T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:00:22.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m out of town till Sunday. I&amp;#39;m going to pick up my wedding dress! My grandma is altering it for me. See ya Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1212061131228100451?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1212061131228100451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1212061131228100451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1212061131228100451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1212061131228100451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-out-of-town-till-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3765437196496357695</id><published>2008-08-13T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:35:35.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><title type='text'>BBQ food</title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to Lunch Bunch at church with my dad...Today's topic is "Show of your grandkids".......Well, I don't have grand kids, but they're BBQing, so I am there FO SHO! I'm in the mood for a BBQ Hamburger or brat and some good fixin's plus I kinda like spending time with my Pa. Everything is pretty much done for the wedding except the non-alocholic wine we're getting which is CRAZY delicious!! But, everything else is grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3765437196496357695?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3765437196496357695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3765437196496357695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3765437196496357695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3765437196496357695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/bbq-food.html' title='BBQ food'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-7766007572089685541</id><published>2008-08-09T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:16:53.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>I love my hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJ2y26fEu-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/nKk76R1EcUg/s1600-h/28.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJ2y26fEu-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/nKk76R1EcUg/s320/28.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232534998556654562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today there are 28 days left. Only 27 more "wake-ups" And even less till I see Kevin. This is going to be a great month! Yesterday my friend Amanda that I've known since 11th grade (my other sister - she looks A LOT like me...) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJ2zs-TdQFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ncto6rJWuKw/s1600-h/me+%26+Manda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJ2zs-TdQFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ncto6rJWuKw/s320/me+%26+Manda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232535927294607442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cut my hair and did my high lights. They look spectacular!  I remember I let her cut my hair before she really knew how. And she died it before she went to beauty school. I let her do whatever she wants to me hair. Always have, always will. It ALWAYS turns out wonderful, so I trust her completely. She is the best. My hair looks especially gorgeous this time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJ2z47cePDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cpATrvat0-M/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJ2z47cePDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cpATrvat0-M/s320/hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232536132685544498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've just been in an especially great mood lately...not sure why. But, why ask why? Just roll with it! Kevin's getting our air conditioner today! Yay for cool air. I'm glad he's been working so much, I'm not sure how he'd last in the apartment with no AC. I'd be extra worried ( i already worry too much about him) about him. Also, notice how you can see the weight loss in my face between the top picture and the more recent bottom picture!! Awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-7766007572089685541?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7766007572089685541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=7766007572089685541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7766007572089685541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7766007572089685541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-hair.html' title='I love my hair.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJ2y26fEu-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/nKk76R1EcUg/s72-c/28.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2095248360669911068</id><published>2008-08-07T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:29:30.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sizzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><title type='text'>Old Lady</title><content type='html'>Me and my sizzle went to the mall tonight and then to Max &amp; Erma's to eat. Jen had to go to the bathroom while me and Parker went and sat down. Jenny came back to the table with a shocked look on her face. "The lady in the front told me that my old lady and my baby were straight back." WHAT?! Her old lady? I am neither old or her wife or her mother. I think this chick was just not very smart.  I got called an old lady. Jen said I don't look that old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2095248360669911068?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2095248360669911068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2095248360669911068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2095248360669911068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2095248360669911068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-lady.html' title='Old Lady'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4527498757614165675</id><published>2008-08-06T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:25:35.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Ack!</title><content type='html'>On my wedding checklist on theknot.com there were unchecked items for the rehearsal dinner!! It's not time for that yet!! But then I remember that it almost is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my...what did I get myself into? Oh yeah, I'm in love...oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4527498757614165675?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4527498757614165675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4527498757614165675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4527498757614165675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4527498757614165675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/ack.html' title='Ack!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2901470695171098279</id><published>2008-08-05T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:43:28.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sizzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orbitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mostfun.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum'/><title type='text'>What the French Toast? You lint licker!!</title><content type='html'>It's storming crazy here. Not much else is going on here...kinda bored, still excited about Kevin coming. I have accumulated 6 packs of Orbitz gum. All diferent flavors. All delicious. Perfectly Pomegranate, Strawberry Mint (delicious), Maui Melon Mint, Fabulous Fruitini, Bubblemint (also quite delicious), and finally Sangria Fresca. I think I keep getting Orbitz because I love their commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWDgQPSomGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWDgQPSomGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WtHRMtftOs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WtHRMtftOs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff and quite delicious gum, any flavor you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you get a chance, &lt;a href="http://www.mostfun.com"&gt;Mostfun.com&lt;/a&gt; has a lot of fun free game to play. Caution: they can be quite addicting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other very fun news...my sizzle is pregnant again!! Baby #3!! Gabby &amp; Parker are going to have a new sibling!! Someone else to call me aunt Sissy!! Jen already told Kevin that we'll have to plan a trip back here in April of '09! I LOVE babies!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gongrats Jenny &amp; Eric!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2901470695171098279?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2901470695171098279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2901470695171098279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2901470695171098279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2901470695171098279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-french-toast-you-lint-licker.html' title='What the French Toast? You lint licker!!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4535403599938593007</id><published>2008-08-03T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:59:25.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth control'/><title type='text'>Lab Shmab</title><content type='html'>I had some blood work done for the doctor a few weeks ago. My results came in the mail the other day. Everything came back normal!!! This is the first time in my whole life my lab results have come back normal! My new doctor is awesome. My polycystic ovaries are under control. My thyroid levels are perfect. My iron isn't low! My folic acid isn't low! For once, I'm normal! This is the first doctor since I started my female joy to tell me he thinks I have polycystic ovaries.  My period has never been on schedule my whole life, which was actually pretty cool, but not so cool when you eventually want babies, which I sooo do. So I started on this medicine and for the first time in my whole life, my period started exactly when it was supposed to. I had been worried because in my &lt;a href="http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-start-at-very-begining.html"&gt;car accident&lt;/a&gt; I had had a stroke in my coma.  So the doctors told me I couldn't do regular birth control because of blood clotting. But I talked to my new OB/GYN at my last appointment and she explained I just couldn't use birth control with estrogen in it! But there will still some options for me!! So that visit I got the Depro-vera Shot!  Not only are my labs normal, but now we won't have a baby till we're ready. AWESOME! Sorry if I grossed a few of you out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4535403599938593007?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4535403599938593007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4535403599938593007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4535403599938593007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4535403599938593007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/lab-shmab.html' title='Lab Shmab'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4186493432924994690</id><published>2008-08-01T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:15:37.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August'/><title type='text'>Goodness Gracious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJMLlDbEl0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/P_DgamQs5aU/s1600-h/august_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJMLlDbEl0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/P_DgamQs5aU/s320/august_bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229536323509196610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is officially August. AUGUST?!?!?!  I'm getting married and moving in 1 month! 1 MONTH?!?!?!?! I'm just excited about seeing Kevie Wevie, my baby! Sick, I know. Haha Man I remember when it was the first day of &lt;a href="http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-new-month.html"&gt;July.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4186493432924994690?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4186493432924994690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4186493432924994690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4186493432924994690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4186493432924994690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodness-gracious.html' title='Goodness Gracious'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJMLlDbEl0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/P_DgamQs5aU/s72-c/august_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1370020483586722514</id><published>2008-07-31T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:38:40.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>Oh wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJGxMPBZqKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/c2Ldgaz5t8I/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJGxMPBZqKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/c2Ldgaz5t8I/s320/37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229155466102810786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;37 days left!! Oh man!!! I am sooo beyond excited. Pretty much everything is done so far. I haven't packed and started living out of a suitcase, I'll wait till Kevin gets here. Pretty much everything is packed too. I just have to tape shut a few boxes.  really can't believe not only am I getting married, but I'm moving 1,000 miles away!! AND some awesome news: I'm losing mad weight.  When I started my weight loss, I was at 320 something. I just wanted to get under 300. Last time I went to the doctor I weighed 294!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That makes me soooo happy!! Lots of changes for me!! lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1370020483586722514?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1370020483586722514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1370020483586722514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1370020483586722514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1370020483586722514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-wow_31.html' title='Oh wow.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SJGxMPBZqKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/c2Ldgaz5t8I/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-7201498893404971975</id><published>2008-07-28T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:46:05.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyra Banks'/><title type='text'>Excuse me, Tyra</title><content type='html'>I watch the Tyra Banks show. Actually like it most of the time. Recently she's been doing multiple shows focusing on race and racism topics.  She has done 2 or 3 shows about where have all the good black men gone and why can't black women find good black men and things like that. I don't understand. Tyra makes it seem like black men should only date black women.  That if they should prefer another race, they're wrong and shouldn't think like that. She also says that black women can't find the right black men to marry. Do black women HAVE to only be with black men? In case you haven't seen Kevin, he's black. In case you haven't seen me, I'm white. Are we wrong because a black man is with me and I'm white? Are we not supposed to be together because some black women can't find a black man to be with? Tyra? Can you answer me these questions? She talks about doing shows to break race barriers, I think shows like this promote them. Am I going to get shit from people who think I stole a good black man from deserving black women? I'm confused, Tyra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-7201498893404971975?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7201498893404971975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=7201498893404971975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7201498893404971975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/7201498893404971975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/excuse-me-tyra.html' title='Excuse me, Tyra'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-5407179137545403602</id><published>2008-07-27T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:57:24.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>One of my good friends got married this weekend after a 3 year engagement. 3 YEARS?! I couldn't imagine. This year long one is driving me bonkers. But, The wedding was beautiful and just made me more excited about mine. Since I knew the bride pretty well, I was backstage a lot helping wherever needed. So I kinda got a feel for how my day was going to be. Except, her wedding was at 3 and mine is at 11.  Every time I say that to someone, it shocks me. Why did I make the wedding at 11? I'm going to have to get up at like 3 or 4 am. Oh well. I was smoking crack that day....Kevin says he's getting excited and he misses me a lot, so that makes me feel great. And I've been so cocky lately. I'll be looking in the mirror an smile to myself and say to my mom or to myself, "Kevin is SO lucky! I'm very pretty" Narcissistic, I know. Oh well. Not too much longer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Too excited. Soo excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-5407179137545403602?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5407179137545403602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=5407179137545403602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5407179137545403602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5407179137545403602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2550353802949894174</id><published>2008-07-24T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:59:01.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>Oh Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SIi0wvuagaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rpkKCn1hotw/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SIi0wvuagaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rpkKCn1hotw/s320/44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226626117101322658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the countdown today!!! Only 44 days left!! But I'm most excited about seeing Kevin a whole week before the wedding! I miss him soooo much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2550353802949894174?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2550353802949894174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2550353802949894174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2550353802949894174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2550353802949894174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-wow.html' title='Oh Wow'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SIi0wvuagaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rpkKCn1hotw/s72-c/44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-818251860025719586</id><published>2008-07-23T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:57:43.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberries'/><title type='text'>Blacker the Berry, Sweeter the Juice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SIc3DyXTrOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9DtI8cx3HXI/s1600-h/BB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SIc3DyXTrOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9DtI8cx3HXI/s320/BB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226206430785416418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me this morning, "Kara, they're lining up to pick fruit!" I wasn't all that excited. But, I woke up and decided to walk up to the pickin' place. I'd already got &lt;a href="http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-before-using-wash-berries-in-cold.html"&gt;blueberries&lt;/a&gt; so I decided to try blackberries.  Did you know they have thorny varieties and non-thorny varieties of blackberries?? My hands know. I couldn't find the non-thorny blackberries! I got stuck a lot and I kept hearing people telling others that others in their group had bloody arms and hands already.  So after 2 little plastic bins were filed. I was done. And, there were a lot of people. It was hard to find ripe blackberries. I wanna make cobbler or something, but we need more butter. I also got a yellow squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.windridgefarm.net/"&gt;Wind Ridge Farm&lt;/a&gt; Need a pickin partner? I live next door!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-818251860025719586?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/818251860025719586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=818251860025719586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/818251860025719586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/818251860025719586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/blacker-berry-sweeter-juice.html' title='Blacker the Berry, Sweeter the Juice.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SIc3DyXTrOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9DtI8cx3HXI/s72-c/BB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3106056240709030840</id><published>2008-07-22T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:02:10.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad dream'/><title type='text'>Another Bad Dream</title><content type='html'>Things have been going great! No freak outs or fights or crying. Just great. Although, I did have a bad dream last night. It was the day of my wedding and I was walking down the aisle in my dress and everything. Except the pastor. He was not Pastor Bob. He was some weird dude that looked like an old annoying actor that I can't think of his name. He was SOOOOO annoying!! Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3106056240709030840?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3106056240709030840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3106056240709030840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3106056240709030840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3106056240709030840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-bad-dream.html' title='Another Bad Dream'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1390038746552898127</id><published>2008-07-19T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:06:48.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day in the hood</title><content type='html'>Kevin won&amp;#39;t answer my question of do we live in the hood. Is that a yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1390038746552898127?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1390038746552898127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1390038746552898127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1390038746552898127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1390038746552898127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/kevin-won-answer-my-question-of-do-we.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day in the hood'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-157716352690357158</id><published>2008-07-18T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:12:56.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker has big muscles!</title><content type='html'>This is Parker showing off his guns...&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79731b787ba0feea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/157716352690357158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=157716352690357158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/157716352690357158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/157716352690357158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/parker-has-big-muscles.html' title='Parker has big muscles!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3376734059933996914</id><published>2008-07-17T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:32:43.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>HiYa!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SH9lW9_wqnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/im5gXGpNhsE/s1600-h/kungfoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SH9lW9_wqnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/im5gXGpNhsE/s320/kungfoo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224005538046585458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, mom, and the kids got to see Kung Foo Panda last night for free, thanks to my parent's stock broker.  Such a cute movie. Jack Black is funny in animation as well. Cute story and, just cute. Parker would wave his hands around like he was doing kung foo moves during the fight scenes.  It's definitely a kids movie, but cute for adults to take kids to too. Kevin would've loved this movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3376734059933996914?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3376734059933996914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3376734059933996914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3376734059933996914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3376734059933996914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiya.html' title='HiYa!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SH9lW9_wqnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/im5gXGpNhsE/s72-c/kungfoo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3709685702135865031</id><published>2008-07-16T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:55:06.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sizzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabby'/><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SH3u-YiODlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GketPwa239I/s1600-h/l_adac778639ce619f6a723d3169416dd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SH3u-YiODlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GketPwa239I/s320/l_adac778639ce619f6a723d3169416dd1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223593898324921938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a fun rest of the week!! I get to watch the kids!!! My niece &amp; nephew!  I'm sure I'll be tired of this by later today. NAH! This is gonna be a blast!! My sis and her husband are going on their honeymoon from 2 years ago. Bout time! They didn't really have the money when they got married, and then there was that whole 13 month deployment thingy. So they've [Jen at least] have been planning this for awhile. Hope they have fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3709685702135865031?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3709685702135865031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3709685702135865031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3709685702135865031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3709685702135865031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SH3u-YiODlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GketPwa239I/s72-c/l_adac778639ce619f6a723d3169416dd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2846794745842293172</id><published>2008-07-15T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:37:07.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabby'/><title type='text'>Favors:Done.</title><content type='html'>I ordered my awesome &lt;a href="http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-favors-aka-im-genius.html"&gt;magnets&lt;/a&gt; about 5 minutes ago. Woo hoo for cool magnet favors that will hopefully get people that come to my wedding to write me once in a while. Here's hoping!! Kevin says he hasn't been acting special, just like himself, that he loves me. Super sweet! He makes me want to eat some S'Mores...which I will do. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHzsy9VXz_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/WToN21pf_5U/s1600-h/kidstable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHzsy9VXz_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/WToN21pf_5U/s320/kidstable.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223310028044750834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've reorganized my 2 bins FULL of wedding stuff.  One of reception stuff and one of kids table stuff.  I don't know how good of a time the adults will have, but the kids will have a blast fo sho.  My room is almost clean &amp; packed. My dream of packing everything and living out of a suitcase fir the next 53 days is almost a reality!!! I can't wait!! The kids (Gabby &amp; Parker) are coming tomorrow to stay till Friday and after they're gone, I will pack up everything!!!! Yay for Friday/Saturday. Oh! I forgot to mention Gabby's reaction to the pillow I made her for her birthday. She loved it, despite how sad it looked! Jen, her mom, said that that night she was going to bed and hugging the pillow. She took a big whiff and sighed, "It smells like Sissy."&lt;br /&gt;Very cute. I have it now from last time she stayed with me so it will smell like me again. I asked her what I smelled like. She look at me and said, "sissy." with this 'DUH' look on her face. I'm very glad she liked it. makes me happy that she'll have that after I'm in New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2846794745842293172?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2846794745842293172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2846794745842293172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2846794745842293172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2846794745842293172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/favorsdone.html' title='Favors:Done.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHzsy9VXz_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/WToN21pf_5U/s72-c/kidstable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4056319030379912552</id><published>2008-07-15T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:51:42.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHy4ef2lR6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/ezrFqc8iHT0/s1600-h/herbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHy4ef2lR6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/ezrFqc8iHT0/s200/herbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223252501928953762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so smart. It's actually 53 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4056319030379912552?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4056319030379912552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4056319030379912552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4056319030379912552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4056319030379912552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHy4ef2lR6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/ezrFqc8iHT0/s72-c/herbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1279195802443604558</id><published>2008-07-15T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:33:06.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHx8eoy64uI/AAAAAAAAAYg/e0805_OzSbc/s1600-h/54-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHx8eoy64uI/AAAAAAAAAYg/e0805_OzSbc/s200/54-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223186533631845090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kinda went on a lil hibernation of staying in my bed pretty much a lot. Oh, and my mom dragged me around shoe shopping. Not for me, shoes for her. She has about 5 pairs of shoes for the wedding.  She just needs to stop buying shoes.  I hate to tell her that no one will be looking at her. It's all about MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!  I'm in a much better mood recently and Kevin has been so great through all of this (except that lil bit in the beginning). I know both of us are tired of the distance.  But, only 64 more days to go! 54!? I gotta get packing...haha, but really I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1279195802443604558?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1279195802443604558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1279195802443604558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1279195802443604558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1279195802443604558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHx8eoy64uI/AAAAAAAAAYg/e0805_OzSbc/s72-c/54-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-9211553978470743654</id><published>2008-07-11T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:44:44.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>I think I'm going insane.</title><content type='html'>So. This whole wedding/moving thing has got me stressed. Stressed to the max. And I feel like no one understands. No one will help pack, even a little. Kevin just doesn't want to hear anything. And the doctor caused a whole nother break down today. So this morning I woke up around 4am and started to freak out. Why? I couldn't tell you. Nothing "set it off" or anything but I freaked out till about 8:30. Worst 4 hours of my life.  My mom comes in my room and see's my face and wonders what's wrong. I start crying and tell her I don't know I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" she responds to which I have no answer. Then she says I should call my Dr. to see if I can get some Xanax. Woo Hoo drugs. I'm on Welbutrin for my slight depression due to the stress and that stuff just isn't doin it. So I call the doctor and go to an appointment at 9:50.  My mom &amp; I get to the doctor's and they call my name. My mom asks if I want her to come in. Sure, why not, right? Nah. Not that great of an idea in hindsight.  We're telling the doctor about my recent freak out and then my mother decides to tell the doctor about how I can't hold a job. I can't, I've had 4 in one year, but what does that have to do with anything? So the doctor says I should see this psychiatrist because whatever it is that is causing me to not be able to hold a job might be a factor that will come up later and might be why I couldn't hold a marriage together. WHAT?! I started bawling.  I love Kevin. So much. That just freaked me out even more.&lt;br /&gt;So we get back to the car and Kevin calls to see what the doctor said.  So I handed the phone to my mom the nurse cause she could explain it better. And she did and told Kevin that he should just be nice to me and give me some TLC for a while.&lt;br /&gt;So I found some cute toy golf sets for the boys' gifts in my wedding. I called Kevin to ask if he had already gotten them something, let alone think about it. And of course not. So I bought these toy golf sets. Is Kevin nice to me? No. He tells me how stupid that is and just UGH! I don't even want to talk about it. We fought all day. ALL DAY! How is that being nice to me? That's TLC? I had no idea. So we resolved all of that. Fast forward to 10 minutes ago. I called him to talk and he wants to watch some dumb movie rather than talk to me. Fine. Whatever. Sometimes he makes me so angry. I still love him, but I am so beyond waiting for this crap to happen. I'm tired of being tired of waiting. I don't want to wait for the rest of my life to start. This whole thing is just done. I don't even want a wedding anymore. Anything to get this over and done with and me moved. Anything. And on top of all this, I miss Kevin's behind like CRAZY. I miss him soooooooooooooooooooooooo bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-9211553978470743654?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9211553978470743654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=9211553978470743654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/9211553978470743654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/9211553978470743654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-im-going-insane.html' title='I think I&apos;m going insane.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-4885480984448291274</id><published>2008-07-10T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:04:47.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>I think the kitchen is complete!</title><content type='html'>All I needed was a clock. So what did I find today?? Cupcake patches. What did I do with them?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHbNM4ky_lI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_j2jEvqUnyM/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHbNM4ky_lI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_j2jEvqUnyM/s400/clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221586439211515474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cupcake clock!! And I made it myself!! This I am extremely proud of!! Now it's time to go post kitchen pics to MySpace and Facebook so everyone can look on in awe at how cool I am and be jealous. Jealous of my fantastic kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-4885480984448291274?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4885480984448291274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=4885480984448291274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4885480984448291274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/4885480984448291274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-kitchen-is-complete.html' title='I think the kitchen is complete!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHbNM4ky_lI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_j2jEvqUnyM/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1021089198796985695</id><published>2008-07-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:01:24.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>My kitchen cont. And my bathroom</title><content type='html'>I'm so over and done with getting stuff for the wedding (except fun things for the kids table...). I' way more interested in making/acquiring things to make my NYC apartment look awesome! I think I'm doing a good job so far. My latest projects include making the cupcake kitchen chalkboard. And here's how it turned out:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYuWWU02RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DvhTebzYG40/s1600-h/chalkboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYuWWU02RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DvhTebzYG40/s320/chalkboard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221411779467598098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it looks pretty sweet. Sweet as in awesome and sugary.  I love love love using scrap booking paper for backgrounds in projects.  It's inexpensive (4/$1.00 or 2/$1.00 or less)and comes already colored and designed! Great.&lt;br /&gt;Now my bathroom is going to be pretty cool too. Me and my mom were at some store and found a New York skyline shower curtain.  Instant bathroom decorating theme! So, using my aunt's nifty picture making idea I now have these to go into the bathroom:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYvwScnmPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TB5Yj-BdLCo/s1600-h/NYBR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYvwScnmPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TB5Yj-BdLCo/s320/NYBR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221413324614768882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday and the wonderful Hobby Lobby, their wall decorations were 50% off. That's always a good deal, right? Yes it is. My mommy found this that I bought:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYwGeixW1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/AMPXV3hBQ4A/s1600-h/NYBR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYwGeixW1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/AMPXV3hBQ4A/s320/NYBR2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221413705818921810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah that's metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while we were roaming around Hobby Lobby, my mom found this magnet That I forgot to take a picture of before I sent it this mornin, but this is what it says with a different picture:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYw9X8QF-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/B17yXJxUO38/s1600-h/magnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYw9X8QF-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/B17yXJxUO38/s320/magnet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221414648939550690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it was very cute considering I don't get there for 2 more months. Hahahahahahaha. My home is going to be the cutest ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1021089198796985695?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1021089198796985695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1021089198796985695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1021089198796985695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1021089198796985695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-kitchen-contand-my-bathroom.html' title='My kitchen cont. And my bathroom'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHYuWWU02RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DvhTebzYG40/s72-c/chalkboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-3294783225221038378</id><published>2008-07-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:24:11.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sizzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvel vs. Capcom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>That's the way the cupcake gets frosted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHTes0ipfXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w9gSqochMF8/s1600-h/kitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHTes0ipfXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w9gSqochMF8/s320/kitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221042729628826994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the pink strainer, measuring items, and I forgot the pink mixing spoons my sizzle got me. Oh and it really doesn't matter what Kevin thinks, haha. I mean, I would love for him to warm up to the cupcake kitchen idea, but I've already bought most of the stuff for the kitchen and cupcake kitchen is just how it's going to be *insert me holding my hands up and shrugging* Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last trip to New York, What I refer to as "My Last New York Vacation", Kevin bought a new video game that I quickly became obsessed with.  By obsessed I mean Kevin would leave me for work and I'd be playing the game. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHTisuQc03I/AAAAAAAAAWw/tSVapPerWYc/s1600-h/MVC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHTisuQc03I/AAAAAAAAAWw/tSVapPerWYc/s400/MVC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221047125988397938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He'd come home and I would be in the same spot, staring intently at the game, still playing intensely. Like a wonderful loving boyfriend, he let me take this PlayStation 2 game home, knowing that I did not have a PlayStation 2. &lt;br /&gt;"But!" I had begged, "My sizzle does! I'm over there all the time!"Puhleeese!!!"&lt;br /&gt;He allowed me to take *our* game home with me as long as I promised to never let it leave my sight. :"YES!!" I had cried joyously.&lt;br /&gt;What was this horribly addicting game you ask? MARVEL VS. CAPCOM 2!!!!!!!!!!!!! This game rocks my socks.  Last night I went over to my sizzle's house to play. We love virtually kicking each others ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHT0AU0GN6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/UxVeOriEOos/s1600-h/blister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHT0AU0GN6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/UxVeOriEOos/s320/blister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221066154453645218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hadn't been playing very long (i.e.: I hadn't been kicking their butts that long) when I looked down and saw this: A blood blister on my thumb that didn't start hurting till after I noticed it...Man, I love playing this game. It might just look like I'm smashing buttons crazy randomly, but for the most part, I actually know what I'm doing.  I spent all day while Kevin was at work practicing my craft.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHToDMcCsgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uVJsbhrHn9Y/s1600-h/FCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHToDMcCsgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uVJsbhrHn9Y/s200/FCat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221053009605341698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now a lot of people ask me who's my favorite character. I pick the girls a lot.Felicia is a girl I use a lot. She's quite skanky looking, but she'll totally scratch your eyes out.  One of the male I use all the time is Blackheart. He spits out naked mole rat thingys that suck your face. He's pretty cool. I'm pretty sure this is the character that gave my niece Gabby nightmares. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHToJbNkL1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/KsAKf4LpnrU/s1600-h/BH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHToJbNkL1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/KsAKf4LpnrU/s200/BH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221053116650368850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, did I mention my niece loves this game? Wants me to bring it over every time I come over? She loves it. Have any of you played this game? Do you have a PlayStation 2? I can come over to your house and play! Hahahaha! Yeah, I love this game. And I'm really not a fan of video games in general. [while you're picking characters this chick sings "I wanna take you for a ride" and for the longest time Sizzle thought it sang "Jesus is alive"]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-3294783225221038378?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3294783225221038378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=3294783225221038378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3294783225221038378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/3294783225221038378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-link-strainer-measuring-items-and.html' title='That&apos;s the way the cupcake gets frosted...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHTes0ipfXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w9gSqochMF8/s72-c/kitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6568294530581942610</id><published>2008-07-09T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:58:27.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>The internet's version of tag!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged! Which excites me very much. I always want to be tagged and I have been tagged! Thanks &lt;a href="http://intbride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt;! If I tag you, here's what you gotta do!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Write the title to your own memoir using 6 words.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 more blogs.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara's memoir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Cupcake Has Been Frosted Twice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tale of one woman's journey through life and how she deals with a chance at starting over after a near fatal car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that ok? Okay, now people I tag are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinannstraille.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mustoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspiredkara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ariellateater.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ariella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zepplinrules.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6568294530581942610?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6568294530581942610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6568294530581942610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6568294530581942610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6568294530581942610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/internets-version-of-tag.html' title='The internet&apos;s version of tag!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-6692737121483330094</id><published>2008-07-07T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:56:38.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sizzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>My Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHLVw-gxVSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tQHC5wLlWdM/s1600-h/wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHLVw-gxVSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tQHC5wLlWdM/s320/wash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220469955466712354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I talked about my kitchen yet?? I don't think so...I'm beyond excited about putting my kitchen together at our new apartment. Pink &amp; Cupcakes, who could ask for more? Kevin abhors the idea, but I think he's come to grips with the fact that our kitchen is going to be pink and filled with cupcakes. I've been gathering pink and cupcake kitchen stuff for the longest time.  My favorite thing was my cupcake cookie jar that I found at Target.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHLWG4oXh6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/irrkDbEBuDg/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHLWG4oXh6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/irrkDbEBuDg/s320/kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220470331845085090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sizzle got me a pink strainer, pink measuring spoons &amp; cups, and cupcake bowls.  Next to the cookie jar is one of my cupcake placemats. I also have a cute table cloth from my bridal shower. My sizzle also found a cupcake that holds a dish scrubber. SO cute!! My niece got me some cup cake dish towels like the cupcake dish rags at the top.  I found a pink whisk . Also I found cute pink &amp; white everyday dishes and cups and a mixing bowl. My best friend Amanda got me some pink cooking pans and pink mixing bowls.  I found tons of pink cooking utensils at the dollar store, so I have pink spatulas, etc. too!!! I made this picture today:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHLXRwOXmNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/23ae2pJAMjQ/s1600-h/attachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHLXRwOXmNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/23ae2pJAMjQ/s320/attachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220471618078742738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! A frame and cupcake scrap booking stickers and look how cool that is! I also found a precious moments chalkboard at a garage sale. I took out the precious moments picture, covered the board with cute whit scrap booking paper and the front of a card I got from my bridal shower that says: "Take life one cupcake at a time" and out lined the picture in pink puff paint. And wa lah! A cute homemade cupcake chalkboard. I'll take picture as soon as it's put back together, but it is very cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-6692737121483330094?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6692737121483330094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=6692737121483330094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6692737121483330094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/6692737121483330094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-kitchen.html' title='My Kitchen'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHLVw-gxVSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tQHC5wLlWdM/s72-c/wash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-5607575490230185697</id><published>2008-07-07T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:35:48.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Pack it up</title><content type='html'>I think I'm actually going to get some more packing done.  I also am in need of more boxes. My aunt just moved here from Kenosha, WI so hopefully she still has some of her emptied boxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-5607575490230185697?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5607575490230185697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=5607575490230185697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5607575490230185697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5607575490230185697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/pack-it-up.html' title='Pack it up'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-8590636714920198965</id><published>2008-07-06T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:45:56.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabby'/><title type='text'>What's happening?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what my problem is. I'm anxious, crabby, and honestly just sick and tired of being 1,000 miles away from Kevin.  Every time I express this to him he says, "Geez, it's only 2 months away" And I can hear his eyes roll over the phone. Then he says, "But baby, I love you! It's only 2 more months, sugarplum." Because he knows I would like him to be nice about the whole situation. I'm stressed, and quite wigged out. I have a TON of packing still left. I want to pack up clothes for the next 2 months and pack everything else and be done with it.  But, I've been wanting to do that for the past months or so.  I've really just gotta stop and do it. Just quit waiting for help and do it. Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC6_JZrI3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/OnaEFXb5YvA/s1600-h/100_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC6_JZrI3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/OnaEFXb5YvA/s320/100_0466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219877562140533618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On another note, today is my niece Gabby's birthday party. She'll be 5 on the 7th. That's amazing!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC7Pd-MUuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7HsPYkCSoxk/s1600-h/l_4c925f245fcd50eace0757c1150fc88c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC7Pd-MUuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7HsPYkCSoxk/s320/l_4c925f245fcd50eace0757c1150fc88c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219877842540319458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made her a pillow for her birthday. It's supposed to be a cute Cinderella pillow. The pillow that goes inside the cover was too small and it looks horrible! That makes me upset. This is the last birthday I'll be here with her and I can't even get her something good. I'm a horrible aunt sissy [that's what she calls me]. She constantly tells her mom she's going to move to New York to live with aunt Sissy. And every time we talk about me getting married and talks about me moving to New York. It tears me up inside. I've been there for that child since she was born! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC8hphNLXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BVT8h1gyDYQ/s1600-h/l_657720630cff7cd0eb1fd6f61e922d77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC8hphNLXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BVT8h1gyDYQ/s320/l_657720630cff7cd0eb1fd6f61e922d77.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219879254389239154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Parker, her little brother too!! I babysit for them all the time, I love it! These kids are awesome. All I know is Jenny better keep me VERY well updated! I want pictures, the works!  I would love to hear Parker talking for real. That is going to be awesome. Hearing the things that come out of Gabby's mouth is already amazing so I can't even imagine what Parker is going to say...Yeah yeah, I'm gonna miss my mom and dad and stuff. But I'm going to miss My sizzle, Gabby, and Parker the most.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC9Rrr0DdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/_V69uMx0_1Q/s1600-h/100_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC9Rrr0DdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/_V69uMx0_1Q/s320/100_0459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219880079604321746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-8590636714920198965?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8590636714920198965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=8590636714920198965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8590636714920198965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/8590636714920198965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SHC6_JZrI3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/OnaEFXb5YvA/s72-c/100_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-2504353109883085442</id><published>2008-07-05T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:55:26.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was a card I saw</title><content type='html'>Life is like a roller coaster, it goes up and down, makes you scream, and costs a lot to ride. -Hannah Cheatem age 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-2504353109883085442?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2504353109883085442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=2504353109883085442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2504353109883085442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/2504353109883085442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-like-roller-coaster-it-goes-up.html' title='This was a card I saw'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1023669329666457644</id><published>2008-07-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:55:08.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious from my Phone</title><content type='html'>I rock. I rock so hard. My pie is delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1023669329666457644?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1023669329666457644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1023669329666457644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1023669329666457644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1023669329666457644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-rock.html' title='Delicious from my Phone'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-5993755459550292835</id><published>2008-07-04T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:52:04.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueberries'/><title type='text'>Kevin is SO lucky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SG58gj1UELI/AAAAAAAAAVY/aAeRzGWqNAI/s1600-h/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SG58gj1UELI/AAAAAAAAAVY/aAeRzGWqNAI/s320/pie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219245916985495730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I'm going over to my friends' house tonight, I thought I should be all nice Suzy homemaker and make them a blueberry pie out of those blueberries I picked the other day.  So I got the pie assembled and had some left over crust and filling and made a little turnover type dealy.  So When the turnover thingy was done, I split it between me, my mom, and my dad. And all agreed, I AM AWESOME! That's the finished pie over there. And in case you couldn't tell, in honor of the 4th of July, that's a firework in the pie crust...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SG59LwOgm1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/4-12KVlcC8A/s1600-h/491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SG59LwOgm1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/4-12KVlcC8A/s320/491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219246659046775634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had called Kevin earlier just to let him know exactly how lucky he is.  Not only will I make him a blueberry pie, but I hand make the crust, too [no pre-made pie crust there!] AND not only will I hand make the crust, I'll even go pick the damn blueberries.  Kevin is the luckiest man alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-5993755459550292835?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5993755459550292835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=5993755459550292835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5993755459550292835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/5993755459550292835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/kevin-is-so-lucky.html' title='Kevin is SO lucky!!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SG58gj1UELI/AAAAAAAAAVY/aAeRzGWqNAI/s72-c/pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-1588778511745347954</id><published>2008-07-04T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T05:20:00.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sizzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad dream'/><title type='text'>Dream a Little Dream</title><content type='html'>I just has a very bad dream. Not a nightmare, just not a good dream. First of all I missed my trial run hair appointment. I was out of town or something crazy. Then my church had to back out of the wedding. The church?! I freaked. We've already sent the invitations!, cried many times.  The worst part was I had to go to a new hairdresser since I missed my original hair appointment. And for some really weird reason me and my sister had switched bodies?? [I have no clue] Now, My hair is quite long and it's been growing for quite a while. I love it now, but originally started growing it out because Kevin liked long hair.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SG4UQwSkmgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/L_Rb-fCMgvY/s1600-h/l_c7d85bcbb3a412b727627e8352fed2a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SG4UQwSkmgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/L_Rb-fCMgvY/s320/l_c7d85bcbb3a412b727627e8352fed2a6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219131296242244098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, My body [Jen's mind] is sitting in the hairdressers chair. The hairdresser says that My hair is too damaged, he's going to need to cut some of the bottom off. So I say ok. He starts cutting and next thing I know, he's done. I [Jen] turn around and he chopped ALL MY HAIR OFF! It's a really cute short bob thing, but HE CHOPPED IT ALL OFF!!! So I call Kevin to tell him about this and the church.  I start bawling when I get to the hair part. I kept thinking, "Oh man, he's going to be so mad, so mad!" [he wouldn't be that mad] I kept dancing around the information, then I had to wake up.  C R A Z Y!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/342492796091352349-1588778511745347954?l=karacakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1588778511745347954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=342492796091352349&amp;postID=1588778511745347954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1588778511745347954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/342492796091352349/posts/default/1588778511745347954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karacakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream a Little Dream'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042424865349812332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/TJQPEgW-fmI/AAAAAAAAA4E/c8pPI0GL92o/S220/memememe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SG4UQwSkmgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/L_Rb-fCMgvY/s72-c/l_c7d85bcbb3a412b727627e8352fed2a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342492796091352349.post-18786247980001285</id><published>2008-07-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:10:59.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueberries'/><title type='text'>Just before using, wash the berries in cold water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SGzrrQ9OfdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tnw5TPCWGjE/s1600-h/attachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SGzrrQ9OfdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tnw5TPCWGjE/s320/attachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218805196734234066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I had for breakfast? Vanilla pudding with blueberries.  So what?  They were fresh blueberries I picked this morning!!  My mom told me they were opening up the farm to pick blueberries so when I woke up, I decided to just go on up and get some. It was SO crowded!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SGzpQZ6i-qI/AAAAAAAAAUY/pUFYINwGOBg/s1600-h/attachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ho_zedlknpw/SGzpQZ6i-qI/AAAAAAAAAUY/pUFYINwGOBg/s320/attachment4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218802536259189410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this picture is after some people had left.  I've been apple picking, but that's about it.  This was kinda fun.  Would have been more fun if someone would have gone with me, but, eh, fun anyway. I asked Kevin if he would take me apple picking when I moved up to NY. He said no cause it was far away. I love hot apple cider on a beautiful fall day. He said we could buy some apple cider from the store. So not the same! Whatev. We'll go. I know this. So now we have 1.83lbs. of blueberries picked by yours truly.  I can make pie, cobbler, muffins, jam. All out of blueberries! Okay, maybe not all of that stuff...But maybe the cobbler. 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