tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29520412870799446152024-02-20T22:57:00.892-08:00sammies hoodsammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-83115077398886708892011-06-08T00:48:00.001-07:002011-06-08T00:48:48.210-07:00Scoot Scoot<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Phil took me on a scooter ride the other day to DQ and then bought me an ice cream cone <3</span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-19485508452661657622011-05-30T17:49:00.001-07:002011-05-30T17:49:24.096-07:00Current LifeBe upset, eat and and repeat.sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-55912555626186702612011-05-27T12:35:00.001-07:002011-05-27T12:36:39.023-07:00Noms + Stuff<div style="padding: 0; overflow: hidden; margin: 0; width: 500px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764613908/in/photostream/" title="Pacman" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/5764613908_b454eec1e6_s.jpg" alt="Pacman" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764607214/in/photostream/" title="Fresh" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5764607214_3be586e2fe_s.jpg" alt="Fresh" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764596416/in/photostream/" title="Mirror, mirror" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/5764596416_25275a9949_s.jpg" alt="Mirror, mirror" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764596316/in/photostream/" title="Rings" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5067/5764596316_65a1a8abca_s.jpg" alt="Rings" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764047341/in/photostream/" title="Keychains" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2480/5764047341_1c8786c9fe_s.jpg" alt="Keychains" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764019459/in/photostream/" title="Bella Gelateria " style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/5764019459_9e3bcd6f56_s.jpg" alt="Bella Gelateria " style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567652/in/photostream/" title="Mrs. Fields" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2015/5764567652_918566a7f9_s.jpg" alt="Mrs. Fields" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567538/in/photostream/" title="Cup in a Cup" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2673/5764567538_eeee85aab9_s.jpg" alt="Cup in a Cup" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567432/in/photostream/" title="Summer Drinks" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/5764567432_3c2bbe932f_s.jpg" alt="Summer Drinks" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764019015/in/photostream/" title="Red Bean Fish" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5189/5764019015_e0d7b54cf6_s.jpg" alt="Red Bean Fish" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567226/in/photostream/" title="Healthy?" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5226/5764567226_8055ec85d5_s.jpg" alt="Healthy?" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764018815/in/photostream/" title="Toro" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/5764018815_8bbd64c55d_s.jpg" alt="Toro" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567026/in/photostream/" title="Syrup" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5070/5764567026_0db4b61528_s.jpg" alt="Syrup" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567000/in/photostream/" title="Cupcake" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/5764567000_2c2455e143_s.jpg" alt="Cupcake" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764566936/in/photostream/" title="Humphry Slocombe" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/5764566936_af639e5d83_s.jpg" alt="Humphry Slocombe" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764566584/in/photostream/" title="Salty Sweetness" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2616/5764566584_8c5f975190_s.jpg" alt="Salty Sweetness" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764017883/in/photostream/" title="Bitching Beer" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5028/5764017883_a664b4f5df_s.jpg" alt="Bitching Beer" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764565974/in/photostream/" title="Multi-purose" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/5764565974_a17fdffd63_s.jpg" alt="Multi-purose" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764017249/in/photostream/" title="Food Coma" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/5764017249_62232f1f76_s.jpg" alt="Food Coma" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764016929/in/photostream/" title="High Class Sweets" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/5764016929_5af085fe5a_s.jpg" alt="High Class Sweets" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764564932/in/photostream/" title="Jam Out" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5764564932_3637ca44ef_s.jpg" alt="Jam Out" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764016071/in/photostream/" title="Cooking" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/5764016071_e57e939b75_s.jpg" alt="Cooking" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764564352/in/photostream/" title="Fishies!" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/5764564352_d6179df3e1_s.jpg" alt="Fishies!" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764564214/in/photostream/" title="Oh, Jellybean" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/5764564214_1484c9d700_s.jpg" alt="Oh, Jellybean" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /></a> </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px"><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/">sammietan3's photostream</a> on Flickr.</p></div><p>Here is some food I've eaten and things that I like. I know, very interesting!</p>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-75380109275485338412011-03-21T16:11:00.000-07:002011-03-21T16:15:45.454-07:00The boring life of one who can't cook.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today I ate this<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-F8Tkymv4VSqJD7DH6_91s_oT_KcnyHF39sUAxm2NOJbDfMjPsv1LcXdrGLv0pUg77Zk8gb24eZF1ugDrF9BLvSeuu8-ONgaRllA_zNN2k6HLEEZX9m_FJ7RfzV7ckXz7GgAF8sXaYBa/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586675308589429842" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">while I made</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAFCD9QlNjkyHwRYgir9ksMVOE-LWN5zTiPqIPLhrH-_9vc8MFO8Y72yDnj4ucFreZ6lXtUoKywK4GgnBuUI80ZwKWWyVDcys9EiUEcQKyiCkCkfsNojEVMzzuogu_p5i9JE-cCkjfl1l/s320/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586675199577654610" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">while doing this</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jc-zu2IUOaXT-FoNouEGrImzjAyMwIJY6vmnBQjEa3LC1G7Nal1aXY1mbcyjKnEF1rtXpn3DRyH55FuMkpY7aC6qK3KeXUP_uTFOaJOOzNqWAn2eMuzmrYN-7ThFFpLu4TaiJXqqXGVs/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586675437452529234" />.</span></span></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-12597435223613020892011-03-15T23:21:00.000-07:002011-03-16T00:07:49.826-07:00TV!I watch so many tv shows but I feel like there's nothing to watch on Tv, how strange is that? Here is what I currently think of the tv shows that I watch!<div><br /></div><div>How I Met Your Mother - I was starting to think that this season was getting better (in terms of the entire series) but now that it's been renewed for 4 more years or w/e?! I think they've done that because Two and A Half Men is down the drain now. I read an interview with the writers and they sounded boarder line douchey. They basically said that they don't know what they're doing with some story lines (like the goat in the washroom) and they already know who Ted's going to meet the mom. It's like they're just dicking us around but I've seen all the episodes so I have to keep watching. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pretty Little Liars - I've only seen a few episodes and so far I'm getting a Gossip Girl feel (sorry to those who watch Gossip Girl). All the episodes seem to be based on suspense that goes no where at the end of each episode. I must say though, I like watching the pretty clothes and still want to know what happens. Part of me keeps saying that I have to watch all the old episodes to catch up on the empty plot line.</div><div><br /></div><div>Glee - I actually stopped watching for a while after becoming obsessed with this show (I may or may not have an obsessive behaviour). They plot started to not be strong enough to support the singing. I started re watching again because they started singing some songs I know plus I love Holly! I found out that they're doing original songs and I was worried because I watch to hear songs I know (I love knowing stuff!). I watched it today and it wasn't that bad. PS Kurt and Blain = so adorable!</div><div><br /></div><div>Modern Family - I love this show! It's one of those shows where I don't have a favourite cause it's impossible. I love how the characters Cam and Mitchell kissed but the show didn't make the episode revolve around it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Cougar Town - Courtney Cox's bo tox face took me a while to get used to but it's actually really funny. I don't think I know any one else who watches this show.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vampire Diaries - APRIL 7Th!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Bones - This show is hard to watch because it's on the same time as Vampire Diaries. Vampire Diaries is also on an hour before but I'm usually not home yet. For those who do watch Bones, when the hell are Bones and Booth getting together? It needs to happen soon. It's not as frustrating as How I Met Your Mother, not even close. John Francis Daily is in it as well! He played Sam in Freaks and Geeks; he was so adorables.</div><div><br /></div><div>Big Bang Theory - Funny! At first I was scared that the nerds would be too annoying to watch (I can watch them in my real life). Jess made a comment that the girl (Penny) isn't even that hot and she needs to be cause it's a 1:4 ratio. She started watching it when I watched it and the other night she watched a whole season on my laptop. Phil said he doesn't want to watch it cause he's afraid it will remind him of his real life. I told him that at least he's the cool one with a girlfriend haha then it turned into me talking about myself. Love all the bazingas!</div><div><br /></div><div>Simpsons - Will always watch. Period. </div><div><br /></div><div>(Notice how I'm naming the shows in order that they air during the week? haha)</div><div><br /></div><div>Misfits - I may be crazy but I think I saw a commercial on tv one day for this show. I downloaded all of the episodes cause it's on E4, a UK channel I believe. Watching it makes me want to try watching Skins again (watched a few episodes at Sams before). I think peoples first reaction is that it sucks cause the characters gain super powers and it reminds them of Heroes, which went super down hill. But I swear it's better than that! I also love accents so... it's good hah</div><div><br /></div><div>Boardwalk Empire - Great acting and long episodes. I don't know when there will be new episodes. I wonder how much of it is true cause it's based on a real person and era in history. </div><div><br /></div><div>True Blood - Needs to start again now so I can watch Alexander Skarsgard!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Breaking Bad - When will it be back? I actually forgot what was going on in the last episode that was new. I see reruns sometimes but you really need to be in the right mood to watch it. It's quite serious but has some little laughs in between. The acting is really superb and it makes a difference.</div><div><br /></div><div>Walking Dead - I'd say good but not great. Still a little undecided. At first I thought it was good but then I started thinking and wondering how much can it get? They just keep running from zombies?</div><div><br /></div><div>That's it for now! = )</div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-49720170514170315292011-02-27T21:45:00.000-08:002011-02-27T23:17:56.037-08:00San Fran<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazuXXEUk_OUN_ibgyygyXIWizKa1w5M3ylxVHLwVJFDBpX17SQ-oaJPcBGOYtMTNftoKFODCLKzsjlRIrdC0Xmm-siKjT1DjhHRnt6RtOaRLrSdOiSWcHFmfHv7M6CqtacHH6E7AoNp4n/s400/IMG_2334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578626540797386130" border="0" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgChlQU6Uy-FrTkqSBeMkO4PRQ8JRR5f5QDf0SkO7qxFS-3ADCFkbdmK5V_WV7T835PPDJqaSMF_O_qUyJeAaMEsieB56LEGgC_FxvgHPh3UHexCo5U-3jqlrZIc8dEEK7bkJzonpudmLKs/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgChlQU6Uy-FrTkqSBeMkO4PRQ8JRR5f5QDf0SkO7qxFS-3ADCFkbdmK5V_WV7T835PPDJqaSMF_O_qUyJeAaMEsieB56LEGgC_FxvgHPh3UHexCo5U-3jqlrZIc8dEEK7bkJzonpudmLKs/s400/IMG_2322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578629082968730882" border="0" /></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I haven't posted in forever so I'm going to take my recent trip as an opportunity to blog it out. We only took two pictures together and this is one of them. I find it hard to take lots of pictures together when there are only two people, plus it was rainy/windy outside. Anyway, I like this one = ) We were at Grand Cafe (part of an other hotel) for brunch and it was very delicious. The host and waitress were both very nice (like pretty much everyone there!) and chatty, which we like.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br />The weather did not mix well with me. It rained </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">so much that the inside of my pocket o</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmaf43flOCa7GLokIjOHryT-hC1u1rXurKw_AhENnUMK510Uttesl9t6nc1r4QIfWjZaL7JCLHFMloXw58DSc47t-R9tuRnHYLC-qkIAGHGMtY_tBHgXXgOVGirLJEeiH0WjYEJYbhpLQ/s400/IMG_2397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631596738835522" border="0" /><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4YMZ_9ITSy56G9ozm-qM-cCLROvbuC3BgW8zARhxo6yyDF0mXho533bNTIk3F4KE9K6YK7u-VcjmlDEyJrGoNwWu_ca0dCmqZxBRPw7gsz_fpaDyKRgbu_ttG0mxqi_74QgwVjFS9eLQ9/s400/IMG_2471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578632194479815746" border="0" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">f my MEC rain coat was wet. There was complaining and there were slight fits.. all given by me ahah Thank goodness I'm lucky and have Phil! Quite some time was spent in the hotel room so I'm glad the room was pretty nice. Plus I brought my own pillow case so my poor skinned scalp wasn't that bad. The TV had free HBO, I watched part of Where The Wild Things Are. Also, the NBA All Star weekend and saw some dunks.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"><br /><br />We went to Fisherman's Wharf and it was pretty fun despite the rain. I was excited to see the sea lions at Pier 39 but there was only one hah We went to the arcade and it was more fun than I thought it would be. I only played ski ball but I got 6 whole tokens! When Phil played he got 0 tokens (I think it was broken haha). These crazy teenage boys got almost 400 tokens. I wonder how long they spent playing games. I also wonder the dollar value ratio of tokens to play games to prizes. Phil got us matching skull rings that symbolize our friendship. Notice that it doesn't actually fit on his finger haha but does on my tiny tiny finger!</span><br /><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />The sun finally came out the last day when we were leaving so we went to the Mission district. We first went to Dynamo to get doughnuts! Phil got a Guinness one and I got a Maple Glazed Apple Bacon one. It was extremely good with apple bits inside. Then I wanted to go to Humphry Slocombe but it didn't occur to me that people don't really eat gelato at 10.15a in the morning. So we went to eat Mexican food at a place that I can't remember the name of. Phil had a burrito and I had a large large portion of chicken enchilada that I could not finish. Yums for affordable dollars. Finally got my gelato, this is Blue Bottle Vietnamese Coffee.<br /><br />PS Sorry I haven't done this in so long, I don't know what I've done with the formatting of text and pictures together =/<br /></span></span></div></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-76673784693227382322010-08-22T14:49:00.001-07:002010-08-22T14:49:55.951-07:00Update?<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I really should start updating regularly but what to write about?</span><br /></span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-67863080777679520042010-07-02T03:49:00.000-07:002010-07-02T03:58:34.785-07:00Sucks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This has been a terrible week and it's lingering. My heart isn't a happy place anymore. Everything just .. sucks, I don't know what other word to use. My nose hurts from blowing it and my eyes hurt from crying. I'm having trouble fall asleep cause I can't stop thinking. People have got me wondering if I'm a good friend, if I'm a good person, if I'm an ugly person. The weird thing is that I still care, despite feelings towards me, I would still be there. I'm not sure how long this feeling is going to last anymore though. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm very thankful for those in my life and by my side. He is so good to me and things are just better when he's around. </span></span></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7389057766701572222010-06-16T22:31:00.001-07:002010-06-16T22:32:10.722-07:00The End<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nothing is forever, no matter how much you feel it in your gut and have faith. Every era comes to an end. </span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-11357230312395571182010-04-26T00:33:00.000-07:002010-04-26T00:57:53.071-07:00Sometimes I Fear<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some times I feel like a bad person. I fear that I take my in your face attitude too far at times. Some times I feel like a useless employee. I fear that I'm going backwards while being stuck in a simple routine. Some times I feel like a dumb student. I fear that I'm not at par to where I need to be. Some times I do not feel like a loving or grateful person. I fear that I have gotten used to and therefore accepted the fact that I am not capable of expressing my emotions. Some times I do not feel good enough. I fear that you'll realize I'm not as amazing as you think I am. Some times I do not feel like I'm moving. I fear that I will not move forward in life. </span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-64720841038112963172010-04-17T13:51:00.000-07:002010-04-17T13:52:56.138-07:00cool as cucumber<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Sometimes things bother me but I don't tell you because I want to play it cool. </span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-13185735268457761222010-03-12T17:21:00.000-08:002010-03-12T17:32:31.858-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I can't sleep right. I can't get dressed right. I can't breath right. I can't do anything properly. I don't think I have the will power to do this anymore. Everyday I think about how none of this is worth it. I used to be a happy person. I used to love myself, I used to like me. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't really want to do anything anymore. I just sit here in discomfort, might as well not be here. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's not fair that I need you all the time when I just hold you back. </span></span></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-60186745942046897262010-02-26T15:56:00.000-08:002010-02-26T16:03:59.653-08:00broken<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don't feel pretty anymore</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm riddled with scars and drowning in tears</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No longer do I have hope</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There is no way to heal it, there is no way to fix me<br /><br />I shouldn't have a place next to you<br />It's a hassle, I'm a hassle<br />It's a mess, I'm a mess<br />There's a burden on you and I'm weighing you down<br /></span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-56339799559871856942010-02-08T00:00:00.001-08:002010-02-08T00:24:14.135-08:00going through the motions<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />So you were right, things did change. I miss spending time together, it was so awesomely chill. I miss the weekly movies, even if it was a bad one. I guess I ain't no Hannah, can't have the best of both worlds.. but I can still make lames jokes. Looking back, things are so different and it's only in the span of one year. It's not like we never talk or see each other.. but it's not like it used to be. Things change, boo.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">--</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And yeah, still wish you didn't live in Calgary.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">--</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...re obsessed</span></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcXbR7GvwBPrkd7orWQJN_iD0zf-FKhk4Oo0TyDNdvpi1q8n7nXs_qkgax2psSdFnMvaLfpWJ0kaOp3LPN98aTimtgc6Jsbmc4dOD6B8swJtWIM6Z9sIgfzsbyApcNYsdRb9IBQ56db8G/s400/toomanydicksonthedancefloor.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435785314041269922" /><div><br /></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-89544538214669505712010-01-14T21:30:00.000-08:002010-01-14T21:36:22.881-08:00a different view<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've decided to start a new site to share some nicer and happier thoughts that don't usually get transpired here. Let's see where </span></span><a href="http://asofterside.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> goes.</span></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-72091500766530851412009-12-07T23:40:00.000-08:002009-12-07T23:41:09.634-08:00my bubble<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">want my own room please</span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-4035081571271068102009-11-27T23:17:00.000-08:002009-11-27T23:23:13.578-08:00Sasha (Marc by Marc Jacobs) is The One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgGQLZBFiA10neTXLrD72W_aE4FD7Js2DBW6OkQ6mC6WiJFcHNY1dP6knunZYWmywZDcQ79gsSa_PIgvytMW-unbOTfVet2r41rGhbQy4v9Hbq6M2uesjeNl9OijtAENUVZAJj7jXGh2u/s1600/the+one.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgGQLZBFiA10neTXLrD72W_aE4FD7Js2DBW6OkQ6mC6WiJFcHNY1dP6knunZYWmywZDcQ79gsSa_PIgvytMW-unbOTfVet2r41rGhbQy4v9Hbq6M2uesjeNl9OijtAENUVZAJj7jXGh2u/s400/the+one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409050930415639426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I went to Holt Renfrew with Jess the other day to look for a new bag (Christmas present!). I normally do not go to places like that.. I've changed. I super duper want but super duper don't want to spend $600 or someone else to spend $600 on me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The mistake was going to Holt Renfrew first cause everywhere else we went that night sucked. Every other bag was 'just the rest' and not 'the one'. All the other bags looked so poor quality and crappy. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jess says it's good now cause it means I have better taste. I want to change back because I cannot support this change. I can't even pay my bills now without dipping into the savings. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I want the one ... that I can afford. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-56760192944692374782009-11-09T02:06:00.000-08:002009-11-09T02:15:07.968-08:00fortunate and grateful<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I know it's not Thanksgiving and I don't usually do this kind of thing (and should be writing a paper) but I'm feeling extra lucky tonight so here are a list of some of the things that I am fortunate and grateful for having. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A roof over my head and bed (and blankets) to sleep in</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Food in my fridge and stomach</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Family that supports me, spoils me and puts up with me</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Quality friends whom I can run to and trust with my life </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A boyfriend who loves me, cooks for me and wants to see me succeed</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Employment at a job where my boss sincerely cares and is very understanding and flexible</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">An education even though I don't treat it like I should</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Technology and the money to pay for it</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;">You because you're taking the time to read this</span></li></ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What are you thankful for? = )</span></span></div></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-62963325910767634962009-11-05T18:00:00.001-08:002009-11-05T18:00:44.662-08:00so dry<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">... that it's painful.</span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-88689086370966281642009-10-15T00:43:00.000-07:002009-10-15T00:44:12.015-07:00= )<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm happy, how are you? = )</span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-45510928474324666712009-09-24T09:17:00.000-07:002009-09-24T20:24:08.520-07:00HecticSeptember is one of the busiest months for us students. School is really freaking me out. I'm taking the last class for my Marketing Management Diploma while taking 3rd and 4th year classes for my Bachelors of Business Admin. Every one of my classes makes me realize that this is not what I want; this is not what I'm passionate about, not even close. All my classmates are so eager to learn and get out into the real big bad business world. Langara is now offering some Display and Design classes to Arts and Science Students. Part of me wants to take them but I've already got all my electives filled up since I did a whole year of Arts and Science courses. All through elementary and high school, I thought I would be doing some thing artistic. I don't know what happened, what's happening or what will happen. <div><br /></div><div>In addition to taking four classes four days a week, I decided to work as well. I can't work 30 hrs/week for that much longer. I'm always tired and have no free time. I'm scared that even after this hectic month that I won't have time for all the people in my life. What if I don't have time to be with anyone?</div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-55372900725208191202009-08-25T13:27:00.001-07:002009-08-25T13:29:37.303-07:00Baby I<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo7uLkY8jFc">Amy Millan: Baby I</a>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7900012760480619922009-07-26T15:39:00.001-07:002009-07-26T16:02:04.143-07:00no one<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It feels like no one of my friends actually want to talk to me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He wants me to do him favour after favour; he does not recognize that I'm obviously getting pissed. He always makes it into me to make him feel better about himself; he ignores when I'm upset and need cheering up. He barely saw me, only talks to me when hes bored at work and ignores when I'm feeling bad about myself. He likes to pretend that he's dead and think it's funny. He likes to be non verbal and push away. She tells me that I'm rude, take things away from me, and make me feel bad when I know for a fact that I shouldn't. She wants to not bring up issues and ignore me when I do; my reward for trying to help is being down one friend? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am obviously not a good friend or some friggen shiz. I'm going to go crawl in a hole by myself now, bye. </span></span>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-48879520858457375692009-07-15T20:47:00.000-07:002009-07-15T21:01:53.786-07:00take a ride on the Andy Cycle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topsocialite.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/james-kyson-lee05.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 753px;" src="http://www.topsocialite.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/james-kyson-lee05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Hero's needs to start showing this Ando. Everyone should follow <a href="http://twitter.com/jameskysonlee">James Kyson Lee on Twitter</a>. Even with clothes, he looks pretty damn good. They should show more of him and then have Peter & Claire kill each other.. for realsies.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">That's it for today. Have a good night ya'll. </span></span></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-26485876877053864852009-07-06T16:40:00.000-07:002009-07-06T17:09:28.676-07:00Uno and Whistler<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYG6HGvs0tvnJXxIl9NMn-Q8bRCrwlLSs9C3nrdj9a36Uf1Fla8HExWXaHPmOoApM3NW_4GJY_JmVhIwe7wdgo0h_-MiF-VLxWArpzBunTIlkNhUaCF2RkNdFUKK2HlG1UNuI5FrwO6ov7/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYG6HGvs0tvnJXxIl9NMn-Q8bRCrwlLSs9C3nrdj9a36Uf1Fla8HExWXaHPmOoApM3NW_4GJY_JmVhIwe7wdgo0h_-MiF-VLxWArpzBunTIlkNhUaCF2RkNdFUKK2HlG1UNuI5FrwO6ov7/s200/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355496350695679074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">On Thursday, I chilled out on our new patio furniture with some beers, Phil and </span></span><a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Sam</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">. We soon pulled out the Uno because I love it (not so much Phil hhah). Jess also joined us later. After a few rounds, it came down to </span></span><a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Sam</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> and Phil. I loved the smack talk haha it was worth getting a little bored for not getting to play. I was a little nervous because who ever built our patio didn't do it very well, there are many cracks between the boards of wood. I can't bear losing even one Uno card! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">When </span></span><a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Sam</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "> won a game, she went on my laptop and tried to</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> play around wi</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">th Photo Booth. The light was difficult to handle with the special backgrounds haha as clearly proven by this photograph. She tried for a really long time, I have to give her props for effort. After Phil left, we went inside to try some more. This one is supposed to be us on a roller coaster in case you're wondering why we posed like that haha or not, we're fun like that = ) We tried multiple light settings and still did not get very good shots so we decided to go upstairs so I could pack for Whistler. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Whistler was pretty fun. The first thing we did was go to The Amsterdam Pub to have some delicious </span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZcebpEBGNMbSG5mszK35Ij_heRHzThK57MfWIw-D_DGRHc4aMivxUemdaIUegtFxAtcAIqF1hqWM2iuhx05t800AEXCGJPcqEULjS7E4yLNXCovFozcfwfi2rmepFgC5jWtW2MltzFc1_/s200/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500601729800386" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">nachos. They were hugeeee and very filling. Jess had a Mediterranean pizza but it wasn't that good. It was just like a greasy cheese pizza. They didn't have any Strongbo for Sam so she had a water, Coke for <a href="http://yearn.vox.com/library/posts/page/1/">Meghan</a> (I can't really remember but I assume she had a Coke), Heni for Jess and a Growers Peach Cooler for me. Then we went to IGA to get cake and the liquor store of goods. I discovered that <a href="http://yearn.vox.com/library/posts/page/1/">Meghan</a> also has a love for Soho and 7s. = ) We also hung out with Tayla = ) went to the pool = ) had a beavertail = ) played Uno = ) The bus ride back was a lot better than they one on the way there. It was emptier so we all got two seats to ourselves. Then PDawg drove us home (<a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com">Sam</a> and I to White Spot). It was all good stuff = )<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div></div>sammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181noreply@blogger.com3